My father stopped by today to say hello. I offered him lunch which he declined but he did take me up on the offer to try one of these meatballs. One bite and two wide eyes later, “Wow, why didn’t you tell me they were good?” Lunch served.
This is the joy of cooking, isn’t it? Making our loved ones happy? We had a close call with dad last week which involved several days at the hospital and the acquisition of a nifty gadget called a pacemaker. All is well and good now. Let’s just say that every day we get to eat with our families is a blessed one.
