Our family kitchen is about the size of a phonebooth but somehow he managed to cram a commercial cooking station into it complete with 6 gas skillets, grill, broiler, and two ovens. That monster has been the beating heart of my family's many memories from countless Christmas Eve feasts to regular Sunday dinner. When I started cooking for friends and family I discovered an addictive warm fuzzy happiness and I understand now why my Dad loves it so much. I'm so thankful for him and for the influence he's given me through his love and support for 24 years. And I'm really thankful he didn't complain that the scallops were rubbery and overcooked at my Father's Day dinner tonight.
So, Dad, if you can take a few seconds from e-mailing me hardcore right wing Republican propaganda and read my blog, just know that I love you and if it wasn't for you this blog wouldn't exist. Thanks for everything.
