Did your dad love to cook? Mine did. So did my husband’s dad.
We miss our dads. Years have gone by since we lost them. Still, every time we make something that they loved to cook, it brings a smile to our faces.
For my dad, it was frying stuff. Scrapple. Crab cakes. Liver and onions (which, by the way, both my brother and I love).
This post may be short. Not a ton of substance. No recipes. No recommendations. No other stories.
Just missing my dad.
Me and my dad. And his younger brothers. I was the first. The oldest grandchild. Yeah, we are getting old, aren’t we?