When I'm home, the heart and soul of our family is in the kitchen. Growing up, my parents both worked, so dinnertime was for family - the TV was off. I think it's important to grab that time and really make it special, even after a tough day.
I know growing up as a young gay person how much you hate yourself, how much you already think you're different.
When I was growing up in Mississippi - it was good Southern food... but I also grew up with a Greek family; when other kids were eating fried okra, we were eating steamed artichokes. So I think it played a big part in my healthy cooking.
No one knew I was gay growing up but I was bullied. I was a cheerleader, fairly popular and considered straight.
