Yesterday was my father's birthday, and I found myself thinking about him for much of the day. He would have been 116 years old, he's been gone for more than 35 years, and yet not a day goes by that I don't miss him. As solace I made his favorite dessert. He loved this rice pudding, and I imagined him sitting across the table, reveling in the flavor as he watched the hawks outside hovering, almost motionless, in the air.
A Recipe for this Foggy Day (and for my Father)
A Recipe for this Foggy Day (and for my…
A Recipe for this Foggy Day (and for my Father)
Yesterday was my father's birthday, and I found myself thinking about him for much of the day. He would have been 116 years old, he's been gone for more than 35 years, and yet not a day goes by that I don't miss him. As solace I made his favorite dessert. He loved this rice pudding, and I imagined him sitting across the table, reveling in the flavor as he watched the hawks outside hovering, almost motionless, in the air.