I was Martin: "Yan can cook and so can you!"

I'm not sure if anyone else thought Martin Yan was as cool as I did. The way he chopped just about anything brought a smile to my face. He even knew it, staring into the camera as if he were saying, "I can cook and so can you! (P.S. I love you)". Actually come to think of it, he did say it. You could only feel the love if you were as much of a fan of cooking as he was. His jovial behavior and his relentless smile were enough to bring happiness to my childhood. I mean really, you didn't actually think I came up with this unbelievable smile on my own, did you?

No matter how successful Martin Yan is, he still hasn't shared a secret with you that I feel is necessary to even begin to understand his beautiful personality. Of course he didn't whisper it into my ear as the way I always dreamed he would, but after reminiscing on youtube by watching videos of him I began to take away even more meaning from Mr. Yan. Not only do his eyes tell me that he will always be there for me but he also told me that he shares my pain. The pain that is embodied in the everyday struggle of Martin vs. Marty. I don't expect you to understand. It is something that he and I (and every other Martin (first names only please)) share. Although he always goes by 'Martin', at the end of the day when he can finally put his scarily sharp knife down and throw his apron in the hamper he can also put away the inaccuracies and the expectations that 'Martin' has brought him. For those quiet hours he can be himself and look at the world through a more honest set of eyes. Marty's eyes.