Hopefully, it's hereditary...

So I've grown up my whole life being informed that my mother is a wonderful cook. Fried chicken, peach cobbler, ox tail stew (personal favorite), and such the like are specialties that I've enjoyed.

While shopping through Walmart, I came across the meat section and picked up some Perdue boneless breasts, a bag of frozen mixed vegetables, and some various spices (to perk up the flavor of the chicken). I want to try my hand in cooking and my guinea pigs are my three unsuspecting roommates. Like I said before, hopefully my mother's cooking skills are hereditary and they're passed down to me. One can only hope, right?