By now, you’ve been deluged with Father’s Day gift ideas and menus for the brunch you could/should/will or won’t make for your dad/husband/sweetie. As I contemplated the upcoming Father’s Day, my thoughts were of my own Dad, not gifts or recipes.
I never saw Dad cook. He probably could have whipped up a breakfast to equal those Mad Men’s Don Draper dutifully makes for Sally, Bobby and Gene, but frankly I don’t remember ever seeing him fry an egg or make toast. He didn’t grill and though he made have made his own coffee, I don’t recall seeing him brew a pot for my mom or anyone else. He did carve turkey, but only when asked.