I love to cook; I love to bake. But I don't like to do it for me. I only really love it when I'm doing it for somebody else. To me, it's art, and it's also an expression of love. I do it as often as I can, but only will if it's for somebody else.  If I've had a really bad day, you'll know it because there's this huge spread and I'm delivering it to friends. I love to cook big dinners, I love to cook for parties.

I have tons of cool memories around cooking. With my youngest - every weekend I would wake up early and go downstairs and make something. And she would always come down and watch. She was always the little taste tester. We called her VP of Quality Control. She was this little kid and I had her in a chef hat and apron at probably five years old! She was making her own muffins and her own biscuits and her own cookies. And years ago, when my older daughter was a sophomore in high school, she came home from school and she's like, 'Dad, I want to go to England.' There was this class trip and a teacher and a bunch of kids were going. I'm like, 'Oh, that's great. Yeah, good luck with it. I don't have the cash for that!' But she really, really wanted to go. And so I thought about it, and there was a farmer's market at the end of the road. And I thought, 'OK, well, what can we do?' She was a quiet, shy kid.

She had her close friends, but did not really speak to people, wasn't really outgoing. So I said to her, 'OK, I'll make you a deal. I'll do all the baking. We'll put a table in the farmer's market, but you have to sell all of it. I'm not going to talk to a single human.' So that summer, I would make scones and muffins and cookies and these little vegan protein peanut butter balls and cinnamon rolls. For special occasions I would do chocolate covered strawberries or cheesecakes. I would get home from work Friday and bake for hours. The kids would help. We had little stickers and labels, and got a tent, put a chalkboard out, and we'd sell out almost every weekend. I didn't make any money off of it. We tried to cover the ingredients, but any money that was in the cigar box at the end of the day got put aside for her trip. So it paid for the whole trip. And by the end of the summer, she was a different person. She talked to everybody. She would sell, she would give out samples, she would talk to people about what was in them. It was one of the coolest summers ever. There's lots of memories for me in the kitchen; it's one of the best places to make memories, I think.