By no means would I consider my dad to be the world's greatest chef. In fact, we sometimes kid that he uses almost every dish in the kitchen to prepare meals (right, Mom?). And I guess there was that cooking phase he went through when he got a wok one year... But it's important to note that he taught me to make one of my all time favorite meals.
Jambalaya.
No, not that jambalaya.
His jambalaya only has rice, egg, and ham. Actually I thought this was jambalaya until almost college. But I would beg him to make it for me as a child and I would sit at the bar and watch him at the stove and I just couldn't wait - and I was disappointed when my bowl was empty. It's just so good.
Well, Dad, I want you to know that now, every time I'm making rice for a dinner dish, I make a little extra so that I can have jambalaya for breakfast in the morning. And this morning I actually had ham and when I took my first bite, I thought of you.
I love you and your jambalaya.
I also want to say that Charlotte slept from 10:30 pm-7:00 am without even crying out for a pacifier. A good night sleep + Jambalaya for breakfast = A great start for Saturday.
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Alisha, I treasure the fact that you treasure the memory of jambalaya in the morning or for lunch. It was good times spent with you girls, and it was safe for your girls to eat this one particular menu item. I do recall frequently, you girls wanting more than your "fair" share which cut into mine. I had to work hard on being a "sharing/caring" father. I love you and thank you for the post and the love. My love always, Dad.
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