Most of my favorite memories are of being in the kitchen watching either one of my grandmothers cook.  My grandpa was also an amazing cook, his mother was in a wheel chair and it was his responsiblity to feed his family.  He also enjoyed cooking.  At Christmas time it was Grandpa's time.  The candies, cookies and all the yummy things he could create.  He also made a really mean recovery breakfast I'll call it for his "wild" granddaughter a time or two :)