When I started cooking for pleasure, and later writing about it, Dad couldn't understand the appeal. "It takes so much time. Why bother making it fresh when you can buy it pre-packaged?" He was happy to sample my experiments but never understood the joy of mastering a detailed recipe.
He did, however, take great pride in mixing up his own unique Franken-meals and detailing them for friends and family. "I take a carton of tomato soup, add a big spoonful of tabbouleh, maybe a dab of hummus or leftover oatmeal, frozen Brussels sprouts, and a handful of raisins. Mmm-mm, good stuff!"
So maybe that's where I got it from, this urge to play around in the kitchen and share the results. While I definitely do not miss Dad's patchwork soup concoctions, I do indeed miss having the opportunity to cook for and share a meal with my father.
Wishing a happy and delicious Father's Day to all!