You know, growing up my parents would tell me that I should do something productive with myself; they would suggest becoming a doctor or lawyer. It wasn’t until just a few years ago, when I found myself home alone and hungry that my friend Will and I started throwing ingredients into a pan and found my passion for the kitchen. I can’t say that the chicken and mashed potatoes were that good then, after my years of practice I know that I can whip up some mean chicken and mashed potatoes. After that, I found that the kitchen and I went hand in hand like peanut butter and jelly.
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