This is Why Food and Family Mean Everything

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My father loved food, probably more than anyone I know. When he was telling you about a meal or a dish he enjoyed, whether it was a fancy steak dinner, or a chocolate mousse cake, his voice would rise and fall with emphasis. His hands would slap the table lightly, and he would lean towards you and use words like “marvelous” and “outstanding.” He needed you to know Just How Good This Meal Was.

But he wasn’t much of a cook. Left to his own dev...