Fin de cycle

The cooking of food for your father, eating food prepared by your son - these are important events in a man's life.

I never cooked for my father .... given that he was a chef of some renown, and terribly demanding of the kitchens of the hotel's he ran, I would not have dared. There was a time when I was getting to know him well enough to think of mustering the courage but then he died, very suddenly. I have always, somewhat wistfully, regretted that missed opportunity.

Tonight my son cooked the dinner. He tackled a dish I have never tried to prepare, Gumbo, and made an excellent job of it.

I feel very proud of him and extremely glad that we had the opportunity to experience this joint rite of passage.

The Gumbo weren't bad either ........

A Funny Old Life