Cooking like a dad

Tom cooked breakfast this morning. It was nice to have that taken care of as I nursed Eli. Breakfast is simple enough anyway, right? The sausages this morning (5 links, 5 min. on high) came out a little like a Slim Jim and it was reminiscent of my dad's cooking.

When we were teenagers (just me and Andrew, I think), my mom went to Taiwan on a speaking engagement for Chinese schools and my dad and us were to join her in a week. In the meantime, my dad took care of our meals and apparently (as I recounted in a "vintage" letter to Alicia) served us salad. Simple enough, right? He gave us each a quartered wedge of lettuce and we supply our own dressing. And he wasn't trying to be chic like some chefs these days that serve a simple salad as a big wedge.

I like cooking and don't mind doing the bulk of it. To Tom's credit, he's the man of the grill -- I've never ventured to the open flame yet. But it's scary to think that he might be turning into the dads of our parents' generation who don't know their way around the kitchen. I'm sure with practice he'll do fine (and thanks for cooking this morning!). He used to do black bean chicken, etc. when he lived with Frank at Shoreline. The question is with everything else that he already does, whether he wants any practice.