Dropout Dad

Little lunch with the culinary genius himself. Too bad I never picked up on dear ol Dad's love of cooking, instead just solely stick with the eating part. I also never totally absorbed his work ethic, usually thinking that by the time Friday lunch rolls around, it's probably time to take in a showing of Caesar and Cleopatra or something instead of heading back to the concrete jungle for one more round. He's always had some pretty big shoes to fill. At least there the inheritance is clear. I've the big feet to prove it.