Hey Friends!
My Daddy would often bust into my Grandparents house typically on Saturday mornings, climb the 16 steps and greet the whole house with "Where the Bacon and Eggs?!".
This was a common occurrence and was quite hilarious to me as my Grandma would give that "look".
He wasn't always hungry when he said it but he said it anyway. Like most cultures and family food is a way of bonding. Grandma is the Queen of the kitchen, my Mom too. Good God almighty those women can cook cook! But my Daddy was a beast too.
My Dad could make just about anything but my favorite dishes was his lasagna, burgers, country style breakfast, fried chicken, & anything grilled. As much as we all loved his food we hated when he cooked because that kitchen would be a mess. He literally used every utensil and pot there was...no clean as you go just pile it all up. If you tried to come in and assist he would tickle you out of the kitchen. Fun times and hard work after the meal. Nonetheless I always enjoyed the food and time well spent. Daddy knew he could cook and always dreamed of opening a sandwich. I just knew he would but it never happened. I think I told y'all this before in a previous post..."Hip Hop Sandwich shop" signature sandwiches named after Hip Hops finest.
This and many more stories of Dad brings a smile to face but ultimately another crack in my heart. To say I miss my gentle giant is an understatement. Daddy's Girl, forever.
Love & Light,
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