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I didn’t learn to cook from my Nana.  Or even from Mom. 

Nope, I cut my teeth chopping ingredients for my Dad.  A true Southern gentleman, a colorful storyteller, and an all-around guy’s guy, my father cooked with passion.  “Use the best ingredients,” he lectured.  “Take your time,” he nagged.  And “always”, he said, “keep it simple.”  Except, that is, with the flavor.  Ever generous with the spice, the Old Man wasn’t about peace, harmony, and Kumbaya.  No sir, he was all about blitzing the taste buds with big, delicious flavor.