Grammas taught me me how to cook, or at least a friend's gramma did.  And maybe my step father too: scrambled eggs, I would say.  mom's mom taught me French Toast, I think.  But my 'adopted' gramma definitely taught me how to make tomato sauce, meatballs and lasagna.  I'm pretty sure Ethan showed me how to make bread, whereas his mom taught me how to make icing for cake.  The kitchen witch's cook book came in handy, and some random cook book did the trick too.