Fatherly Advice Name Your Meals
I grew up in a sit-down dinner household. Every night, my parents, my brother, and I would eat a home-cooked meal together. My mom did the cooking. She got home earlier (around 3:30; my dad worked until 6) but that was simply fortuitous. She took pride in her cooking in that fierce way women from Italian families do. Cooking also allowed her to lay claim to the kitchen, which was a significant motivator because she is, shall we say, touchy about the cleanliness of things....