My extended family is coming for a long weekend. I haven’t seen them in a while and I’m looking forward to seeing them all.
My dad is a picky eater in ways I don’t really understand. Last time he was here, he complained about the farmers’ market eggs that I bought (“the yolks are too yellow”), the homemade cheesecake “let’s go get fast food soft-serve instead”), and he wouldn’t eat the pancakes I made because the only syrup I have is maple. He has always been picky, but I don’t really remember what he likes, I haven’t lived with him in 12 years. Read on