When I was a little girl, mom had it stocked with lots of stuff from canned foods – some in canning jars – to dried beans and spices. Our moderately stocked pantry was a symbol of comfort and security for our family. It was never bare or barren. When you looked in my mom’s pantry, you immediately knew that she was a cook whose objective was to make sure her family was well feed with hearty, rib sticking, and filling meals. Continue reading
My dad loved Father’s Day.
It was a day we not only celebrated him, it was a day he took off from his perceived duties and loafed around the house after he got back from church.
Father’s Day is always around the NBA Championship and dad relished his uninterrupted time in front of the television on his special day. It was like his “man cave” time and we let him have his moment. Continue reading