Happy birthday to my dad!
To my father who gave me sweet memories of driving in Golden Gate Park and singing That’s The Way Love Is by Marvin Gaye. He never lets me be the lead, ugh.
Who started my life-long enamoring with food and cuisine. Without him, I would not have known the difference between soppressata and finocchiona salami at the tender age of 11.
I love how I am just chompin’ on the cupcake and not giving a shit about the picture at all.
To the man who raised me to fold a thin-crust pizza like a real New Yorker. As a native, he could not eat it any other way.
Also for wearing Sperry’s before they were cool.
PS: I think we were at Coney Island.
I am sorry you had to spend $85 dollars for me to end up eating only mashed potatoes at the Thanksgiving buffet in Vail when Lauren first moved to Colorado.
She never lets me forget.
I went ice skating on Friday. It has not felt like the holidays because we are having California weather and it is sunny almost every day. However, going to Union Square at night with the tree lit and Macy’s wreath decorations brought some of the cheer out.
It was my first time ice skating, and it took me a good 10 minutes to let go of the rail.
I look like I am having a blast, but I am secretly scared for my life in the picture below.
Although the sun has been out, the air is frigid, and we can see our breaths inside the house at night. Everyone here had a minimum of two jackets and three blankets on last week, so we looked up the temperature only to see it was 50°. I have never felt like such a huge weenie before. New York is going to kick my butt when I go in less than a month (speaking of which, I really need to start planning my time there).
Happy birthday again, father of mine.
What is your favorite memory with your parents? Have you gone ice skating this year yet?