When I was thirteen,
Martin Yan was my hero.
I spent many a summer watching Yan Can Cook on the TV in the family room.
I'd lock the family room door because I was naked (not because of Mr. Yan, it just happened that was the summer I discovered masturbation).
It was a glorious summer.
Chinese food and self-exploration.
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