This is me, a professional chef who has spent more than a decade studying, writing, and developing recipes. And this is Nicole, my friend Ryan’s mom, who has cooked for tiny humans so they can survive and thrive and grow big and strong and go off to college, where they meet me and become my roommate. Today, Nicole is going to cook her signature dish, and I’m going to analyze everything about it, from technique to ingredients through the eyes of a professional. Why am I doing this? To see what’s a more powerful force, the love of a mother or the skill of a chef. Is this all an intense reaction to the fact that as many of you know, my mother was mostly not in my life and definitely not there to cook for me and I should probably be saying this to a therapist instead of you all in the video camera. Yeah, probably.