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Growing up, the running joke in my family was that my stepfather thought he was a g-d. My mother would serve him burnt offerings and the rest of the family worshiped the water he surfed on. This is no joke. My mother would make pork chops that you could drive nails with.

Because of this, I started cooking when I was tall enough to reach the top of the stove. All of us children did. Each one had a night where they were in charge of dinner. This eventually turned into a career for me. Went to culinary school, worked in various 4 and 5 star hotels and restaurants over the years.

Now I have hung up my professional knives, but still cook. Mostly teaching my daughter who, at 6, is a foodie in her own right. She is willing to try just about anything, and in most cases finds that she likes them.

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