My Grandmother is a great woman. She's raised me, taught me and instilled many of the ideas I have about life and truth that I have to do. That said, there isn't a damned thing she cooks that doesn't want to make you contemplate suicide.

Now, my Dad is the cook in the family. He can grill a steak like no man alive. He knows the secrets, and I supose that comes from the years of working in retaurants.