Last night it was sesame-encrusted salmon on a bed of basmati rice, surrounded by pickled red cabbage in sesame oil, and the whole thing was drizzled with bright green wasabi-sake sauce. That was good, but two nights ago he stuffed chicken breasts with feta cheese, then rolled them in egg batter and basil and fried them in olive oil, and they were incredible. He just makes this stuff up after a long day of yelling at roofers, shopping for appliances with millionaire homeowners, and hustling free t-shirts from the guys at Bob's Backhoe & Trucking. Jackson's second tooth arrived Sunday to great fanfare. So far he hasn't let me take a picture of it, though.