I have the wonderful benefit of having parents who let me cook since the first time I ever asked if I could cook. That of course goes on now in my house with any of the many children in my family who ask. The only real problem we have ever had was an imitation of me. And even worse yet it, was not in the kitchen, but in a restaurant. You see one of my biggest difficulties is the control of my, as some people put it, "outspoken opinionated mouth". As it was, one of my grandchildren asked a waiter "What is this garbage you're feeding us?", "I've gotten better pizza out of a vending machine". He said it loud enough so that most of the tables around us heard him. Let me tell you, I was looking to take a beating. It turned out to be harmless enough, since many of the onlookers agreed with him. The manager came out asking if there was any problem and I told him everything was fine, my grandson thought he was a commedian, and everything was fine. The kid couldn't leave it at that. He promptly told the man that there wasn't enough sauce and that the cheese should go over to the edge more. The manager looked over at our pizza and said that he was right. Anyway, he brought us another pizza, comped my grandson a desert and told us that we had a future chef on our hands. I couldn't get out of the place fast enough.