Why I Love My Father, Part One Million

I’ve always said that my family shows their love through food.  So knowing that I’d be out of town this weekend — leaving a starving husband and dog behind, both of whom have very limited cooking skills — my father left a giant Tupperware container of delicious homemade chili, a bag of Fritos and a bag of pig’s ears (for the dog, natch) on the doorstep of our house on Sunday morning, like a spritely food elf.

Richard and Daisy were quite pleased, as they had nearly resorted to eating old cans of kidney beans.

Thanks, Dad!

Dad with his masonic apron
This is not my father, but I thought this picture of an old man and his apron was quite hilarious. It’s probably someone else’s proud father, showing off his Masonic accessories. I don’t think you’re supposed to cook in a Masonic apron, after all…