The biggest challenge of this remodel process has been the care and feeding of The Dad.
One night a few weeks ago I made the grave mistake of preparing an omelette for dinner. The next day, he looked at me sorrowfully and claimed he'd been "hungry for about a week now." This is what happens when you fail to feed The Dad potatoes for several days. It's worse than getting a Gremlin wet or feeding it after midnight.
One night a few weeks ago I made the grave mistake of preparing an omelette for dinner. The next day, he looked at me sorrowfully and claimed he'd been "hungry for about a week now." This is what happens when you fail to feed The Dad potatoes for several days. It's worse than getting a Gremlin wet or feeding it after midnight.
I'd like the following pictures to show two things: (1) that I've not been starving my father and (2) that I've not been starving him even under conditions that would make most cooks weep.
Our first dining table. Note the french fries, a form of potato.
Steak & Mashed POTATO
A pinch hitter in the kitchen.
Another pinch hitter in the kitchen.
Chicken parmigiana and pasta. The Dad seems alarmed.
A serious decline: Rice.
Much improved.
The new dining set. Still undecided about the table. 
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