Today is Fathers Day. I want to celebrate my child’s father.
There is something magical about a man cooking for his kid.
A chemistry is formed. For life.
A love for food, and other life’s basics, is shared.
Equality and equanimity is transfered.
Vulnerability is shown and a guarantee that it is ok to be vulnerable is given for life. It will conquer even the greatest masculinity.
I remember what my father cooked for me once. Plain fried eggs. And these were the best i ever had.
Happy Fathers Day! To all fathers, cooking or not. Or just not yet 🙂