gillpolack @ 2010-01-13T23:04:00

Today was one of those quiet and gentle family days that I seem to see so rarely. Mum and I ran messages and chatted and drank much tea. We talked a great deal about my two fathers.

I finally told her why the very first restaurant meal I ever had (in a bistro in New Zealand) was so very different from anything she'd ever cook. My first father hated eating out. He wasn't nearly as worried about kashruth as Mum, but he did prefer her cooking to anyone's. So the simple steak dinner I had that...