Happy Father’s Day!

Not everyone’s Dad can cook. Some dads are king of the barbecue, others are masters of the hero sandwich.  My dad can  COOK.  (All caps are necessary.)  He approaches cooking the way generals prepare for battle.  When I was a child, he would commandeer the kitchen, and send all civilians running for cover.  In the end, the kitchen  would be a war torn ruin.  Every dish, bowl, pot, pan and utensil would be used.  A chair could be overturned in the fray.   If you were unlucky, you would become a casualty; stuck chopping carrots into ever tinier bits, or cleaning crab entrails in the sink. However, as the dust cleared, a delicious meal would be revealed.  It might be a four course dinner  for a hundred people or sandwich.  The process was the same, regardless of the end result.

In the end, I survived my father’s cooking, and am the better for it.  I hope that you can say the same!