When I'm not working, you'll find me in the kitchen traversing some culinary mission. I relish having my mother’s first edition of “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” by Julia Child. There is never enough chocolate.

 

The original John Wanamaker department store in downtown Philadelphia was my stomping ground as a kid. Nothing beat a hot dog and chocolate soft-serve after a day of bargain hunting with my grandmother. 

 

My first concert was Neil Sedaka at The Mann Center. The first celebrity I met was Richard Simmons. I had the honor of giving legendary Phillies pitcher Tug McGraw an award when I was in middle school.


 

My dad likes to tell the story that when I was three years old we went to visit one of his friends; evidently his apartment wasn’t very tidy. I walked in and exclaimed, “Who made this mess?”

 

I saw “Rocky” for the first time a few years ago. (I know, I should have my Philly status revoked.) I watched “Airplane” at least 50 times when I was in high school. And that was probably just my junior year.