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I love food. I mean, I really love food. Good food. This is no puppy dog love relationship: it is a border line obsession. Growing up, I was spoiled: my dad was a French trained chef while he was in college, and my family reaped all the benefits from his expertise in the kitchen.
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By: Linsley Oaks, LuxEco Living Editorial Assistant

I love food. I mean, I really love food. Good food. This is no puppy dog love relationship: it is a border line obsession. Growing up, I was spoiled: my dad was a French trained chef while he was in college, and my family reaped all the benefits from his expertise in the kitchen. I didnʼt even know what Hamburger Helper was until I was 19 or 20. I have an overinflated palate that covets quality.

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