My mother taught me everything about the kitchen and how use it all. She taught me all the fundmentals. My favorite was how to make flour gravy out of any meat that was fried in the skilllet; without lumps. Mom was raised in the depression and knew how to make anything go further. A southern cook she taught me how to make all those greasy good things like fired chicken, fried salmon patties, fried potato cakes, fried anything. One good thing she taugh was a balanced meal; meat, two vegetables (only 1 starch). She was an excellent cook and always made the dressing at Thanksgiving. She taugh me how one year and now that she is gone I make it like she did. When I was old enough and had learned to carry my own in the kitchen my mother would let me cook supper everynight. I charish that time period to this day. It was when I learned to experiment with new recipes and still love to. I won't waste your time listing all the things she taught me to cook, but she taught me everything I know. It wasn't until my mother was gone that I found recipes and recipe books hidden in different drawers in her house. All my 48 years,then, I never knew that my mother was a recipe hound like me. I think of her everday I cook, in some small way or another.