Hungry Heart

I'm not sure how this happened since I generally lean towards assembling meals, (although I do aspire to be more like Nigella Lawson in the kitchen someday), but one of my recipes is going to be published in a Medi cookbook?!  That's right, so I don't want to hear anymore complaints about my cooking abilities.

 I have to give some credit to my father. He developed more of a passion for cooking later in life, and was always creating some mysterious concoction especially when his grandsons were coming over.  Pancakes, doughnuts, and anything with a Bisquick mix base were his specialty. He even submitted some of these in contests to the Pillsbury headquarters but they never reached any national exposure.  But we all looked forward to waking up to the smell of cinnamon and syrup on Sunday mornings and to taking home a giant Ziploc gallon doggie bag when he made enough for five families. His sweet attempts at creativity endeared him to me all the more and he inspired me to experiment more with meals too.  I wish I could tell him. I miss his voice. It was steady and calm. My mother erased it from their voicemail soon after because it hurt too much and I don't have any recording of it. He would've have gotten a kick out of it.