Chicken, first pan-fried, then roasted, with baby squash and baby red potatoes.

Sauce? Blood orange juice, garlic, honey, fresh rosemary, olive oil, salt, pepper, and love.

I DO love cooking. It’s a joy of mine to invent recipes.

And I come by it honestly — my mom is an amazing cook. She can take next to nothing and turn it into a feast for the belly… and the eyes.

She taught me well — and I’m not halfway to her level yet.

I assume Gradon is not saddened by this passion. In fact, I’ve been giving him recipes and cooking tips over the phone for months, and he now fixes fantastic dishes for himself a good portion of the time. His son particularly likes his pork chops and haricots verts with garlic.

This culinary renaissance could explain why some of his pants are are the wee-est bit snug now.

But, as any cook will tell you, a little extra meat on the bone is a gooooood thing.