I'm turning into my father....

What do they say? The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. I was just sitting here thinking about the trip Jewel and I are going on in a few weeks. We're going to Canyon Lake and we'll have a little cabin with a coffee pot, AC, a couple beds, a microwave and no stove. There's a picnic table and barbecue pit out front just off the porch. I have a list going of stuff to take but it's mostly cooking supplies and food. Guess what I'm going to do on this trip? I'll get up early in the morning, start the coffee and start up the grill so I can make a great, outdoorsy breakfast for Jewel when she gets up. Lunch will no doubt be a sandwich etc., and then dinner will be what ever we caught in the lake or we could go out to eat or I could shoot a cow. We'll just have to play it by ear. But for me, it's all about the cooking. Just like dad. He was the first guy I ever saw who enjoyed and took pride in his cooking. I always felt it was OK for me to enjoy it too. It's one of the things I was most worried about losing when I got sober. I used to love drinking and cooking. It didn't take long for me to realize that I still love to cook even without the drinking. It's too bad I don't live with anyone who can appreciate my successes in the kitchen. Thank Heaven I have Max and the neighbors. They all eat really well.

All the pictures I've ever seen of dad in his last years, on vacation with the family are all taken in the kitchen. Mom says he never went to the beach with the family. He stayed in the cottage and cooked...OK and drank, but mainly he cooked. I hope we all remembered to thank him and praise him for his hard work. He deserved it.