Dad's cooking

In my family both my parents know how to cook, but I'd have to say that my dad is the one that cooks with exuberance. My dad would walk into the kitchen every Friday, arms loaded with ingredients to his latest dish. My mom would smile fondly from the kitchen table and state simply that i am "the chef's assistant," while my dad did a little victory lap of approval at being called a chef.

The wonder is how long it took me to actually wonder where my dad actually learned to cook. I can't remember exactly when i asked, but i do remember my dad's answer to that question. "My grandmother taught me." he'd said. And up until he'd said that I had been blissfully unaware that my father even had a grandmother. It seems that my great grandmother cooked without properly measuring the ingredients, because that is how my father cooks, instinctively.

I'd like to think that i cook the same way :)

that's all for now. i might update some more later