Even the kid, who is not vegan hence the pepperoni and cheese, liked the oil free dough. That’s important to us, that he thought what we eat, too. Key to getting along without going along.
I miss you, Dad. Happy Father’s Day. Thanks, little sister, for sharing this incredible picture that captures his spirit so well.
Dusting off an old skill and practice, making pizza from scratch for the family. First time making the sauce from scratch, too.
I found this picture while looking through old photos with my dad in. When I reflect on my dad, often my sister is in my thoughts, too.
Another milestone this week was my younger son, pictured here along with my dad, traveling with his mom to visit one of the colleges he is considering attending. A reminder that life is never all good or all bad, rather a complicated mix from moment to moment.
My Dad passed away a year ago, today. Been talking a lot with my older son, pictured here, about him and much else on the young man’s mind. I have not had an easy week as a father, or as a son. Yet I soldier on, trying to keep the best of my dad in my heart as well as patience and love for my sons.
Saw an Uzbek place on the way to dinner offering “Russian brunch”. Much speculation ensued, with the consistent punch line of caviar and vodka. Until somehow a sauna made its way into the gag, then I broke everyone by suggesting sauna, lutefisk, and aquavit.
How? How do you run out of galaktoboureko on Greek Easter Sunday? Our habitual spot started doing Sunday brunch recently, I guess they underestimated people’s appetite for Greek dessert.