Friends & Kitties!
Today is Father's Day here in the US, so I thought I'd share a little something about my Dad with you.
I'm just three years old in this picture, and I'm pretty sure that's birthday cake I'm feeding to my Dad.
I love sweets. My Dad loves sweets. We both have tremendous sweet tooths (sweet teeth?). My Mom, not so much, so I know I got it from him. Dad and I could cheerfully kill for an excellent piece of dark chocolate, and then we'd have to duel each other to see who would actually get to consume it. It would be a hell of a battle, because we're both old hands at sugary subterfuge.
All my life dessert has been a big deal. Dinner could be "meh" (not that my Mom was a bad cook--rather the opposite) but if the dessert was tasty, well, Life was Good. I'm not sure how it started but Dad and I would have contests on who could eat their dessert the slowest; whoever had some left won the honor of getting the last bite and lording it over the other. I had a natural advantage of being a pokey eater but Dad was (is) a crafty opponent and he'd slip some in his napkin to reproduce after I'd had my last, gloating bite. How my Mom put up with us with a straight face I can't imagine.
Forty-six years later we're still playing the Dessert Game. No sense in changing a good thing, right?
Thanks Dad, for this wonderful memory, and thousands more.
I love you.
Happy Father's Day!
XX Trish XX