My father in law is an intimidating presence in the kitchen. He's an excellent cook, and everything he tries seems to come out well. Keeping his daughter happily fed isn't impossible, but he has set the bar for success pretty high. So far as I know, he doesn't have any formal training, just a hunger and a willingness to try things. He's one of those people who can walk into a strange kitchen, one containing only a can of green beans, a cookie sheet, and some dried basil, and he'll somehow walk out having made lobster thermidore and a cheesecake.
He's everything I hope to become in the kitchen.
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