The drive to Mom’s house, the house I grew up in, wasn’t long, but I rarely made it. As a family we’d been close when I was little but everything changed when my dad died.
Not only was I built like my dad, but we shared a lot of the same personality traits. I got my dry sense of humor from him, not to mention my love of sports and cooking. In a complete role reversal, Dad was the chef in our family. He loved food and enjoyed working with it. He was the youngest of four boys and had spent a lot of time with his mom. My grandma, never having a daughter, treated my dad like the girl in the family, teaching him to cook and clean, and showing him the benefits of having someone at home dedicated to taking care of the kids.
My dad put the same values into me and started my desire to become a fu
