Happy Father’s Day everyone, and like every other post on this blog, it comes in a belated fashion, something that knowing me will never be fixed.
The father's day table
If there’s anything that I’ve learned from my father is this: just give him a perfectly seared rib-eye, a slice of carrot cake, or a pint of rum-raisin Haagen-Dazs and he is a happy camper… It’s the simple things in life to him that count.
homemade chinese bbq pork in puff pastry
chinese pork and chive dumplings (one of his favorites)
I hate to say this because it’s a terrible cliché, but it’s true- I really do take my dad for granted. We have days where we just argue about anything imaginable, whether it be who is the better driver to how outdated and inapplicable his stereotypically Asian viewpoints are.
Yet, at the end of the day I remember how he was the one who taught me how to open a bank account, help me fill my first tank of gas, calmly show me how to drive on the freeway, and most of all, be the one to say how good one of my flops from the kitchen taste before surreptitiously spitting it out. I’d rather not admit it, but I’ve learned more from my dad than I will ever realize.
he enjoys his red wine with ice cubes