Yes I'm a slack blogger, moths have passed without a single peep out of me, dad's dinners have progressed without comment, beacuse I've been too slack to make them. But now, having brought up the subject of this very blog in my creative writing class, along with recent dallies into the idea of creative non- fiction writing, I'm at it again.
I think my lack of blogging has been somewhat positive, as Dad has yet again begun regaling me with his culinary masterpieces. Just the other day he told me how he had decided he was too tired to cook potatoes, so instead had substituted Tzaziki flavoured crisps instead. The rest of the meal consisted of tomatoes and sausages and he had slathered the three items in mayonaise and soy sauce.
Then there is the new favourite pickle, garlic chilli this time, which gets included in and on everything, even my home made hot cross buns.
Any indignation on my part is met with a sort of gaffaw, as he considers me very conservative in my tastes. And any peering I have been doing to check out his plate is usually met with 'get away'. If only Grocers were sellers of disgusting things, then I would recommend my dad become one.
