It's so funny because my mom is Thai and my dad is this big American guy - and our food tastes were so similar growing up. He was meat and potatoes, I was meat and potatoes.

Growing up, my ideals were Barbra Streisand, Cher, and my mom.

I remember debating the finer points of flaky pastry with my chicken-pot-pie-obsessed American dad. I remember the divine mix of Thai food, TV dinners, and hearty, homemade goodness that have shaped this palate of mine to this day. I remember all this, but I still Google my husband's birthday. Thank God he's famous.

My dad was so much fun growing up.

My mom is a therapist, and my dad has a doctorate in psychology, and growing up, I felt 'very understood.'

Growing up, I was always the small guy.