
The first meal I ever cooked for my parents and brother was when I was I was 26 years old. Yeah, believe it or not, I never cooked at all for my family, the kitchen in our home was Mom’s domain and us “kids” were relegated to boring kitchen duties any time we stepped foot on the linoleum.
When I moved from Los Angeles to San Jose, my parents and brother drove up to visit for Thanksgiving. I decided to go all out and made my very first prime rib roast ever. It was perfect. I impressed the heck outta my Mom, who finally said, “Who knew you could cook! I should have let you cook all these years!”
Ahhhh young grasshoppa has talent! That would have surely beat washing dishes! 
