Your favorite dinner is my fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy. It’s my mom’s recipe. I’ve offered to teach you how to make it, but you claim that I make it so well no one can duplicate it. So, whenever we want fried chicken, I’m the chef. I don’t mind. I like that this dinner is a sort of special contribution of mine to our family life. Maybe when we’re 70, I’ll still be making you this.
PS: I like that you put gravy on your vegetables. Why go halfway, right?
365 Acts of Love 