I am an ambiguity, wrapped in an enigma...
...rolled in Panko crumbs and pan fried to a deep golden brown.
Sorry. I love saying that.
I've always loved to eat. Good tasting food of any level of sophistication was fair game, as long as I can remember.
I helped my Mom make boxed, Appian Way pizzas when I was a kid, and my first "recipe" happened when I discovered that if you fold a slice of Kraft American Cheese in half and then in half again, the resulting pieces fit perfectly on a saltine cracker.
When I was 8 I baked a chocolate box cake with my Mom, and cut up large jet-puffed marshmallows to form little bunnies on the sides of the cake. If I ever find the pic of me holding that cake and smiling broadly, I'll send it to Peg to post.
I used to fake being sick in elementary school so I could stay at home and watch the Galloping Gourmet get soused and proffer his sardonic brand of gastronomic seduction. (I can't believe I just wrote that.)
When I was an older teenager, I met my best friend. He was a very fun, very boisterous and clever guy who liked to cook. His sister's hubby was an 'amateur gourmet' (which means he knew how to poach salmon), so we both tried to emulate him.
Quite soon after that I discovered how overwhelmed a young lady would always become when her date cooked her a nice meal, and set a candle-lit table. I was sooooo bad.
Now, having seduced the woman of my dreams, and overwhelmed her into having two wonderful sons, I gleefully continue on as the family cook and soup-carrier of our circle of friends.
Thanks fer askin'!
Michael