A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it. -Frank A. Clark
My father is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. A Midwestern outdoors man and unapologetic story- teller. He boasts an impeccable work ethic, carries deep devotion in his heart, and plays the role of generous host when he can and when it's most needed.
At times I've assumed he could subsist on venison chops, flake mashed potatoes and canned corn for unimaginable stretches of time. That's not to say he doesn't love food or variety in his food. He, after all, was the first person to introduce me to the simple pleasure of eating foods you love with people you adore. Some of my fondest childhood food memories include snacks with Dad. Popcorn with American cheese singles lining the bowl. Buttery crackers and oily sardines. Braunschweiger sandwiches. Port wine cheese spread.
