Hummer

Dylan,

You have this fantastically amusing habit of humming and singing to yourself at the table if you're eating something you really like. It sorta starts out like a Mmmmmm Mmmm, then transforms into some Hmmms, then next thing I know, you're working your way through some tune.

Ice cream gets you every time. In general, most desserts, though not all I've noticed, have this effect.

Every once in a while something I cook will bring you to song. It is a wonderful thing to observe because it really is a sign of pure unabashed joy and you're always in your own little bubble of gastronomic pleasure while you perform. It is the highest compliment.

Tonight I prepared paninis. Chicken breasts marinated in a ton of fresh herbs from the garden and young garlic, grilled squash strips, pepper jack cheese, and pesto I adapted from a food network recipe, using basil from the garden, and almonds, not from the garden. Dad did the grilling and pressing.

Then you started singing the praises, literally.

Dad reminds me sometimes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. It is without a doubt true for him, and you are of the same seed.


Love,
Mom