My father is dumb like a fox.
I guess my parents got snowed in for thanksgiving. They had planned on visiting my uncle, but all the way up the middle of New York State the roads were simply not the greatest. So mom and dad went down to the local diner and had traditional turkey, which in typical American portion was so generous that they took doggie bags home and probably have enough food for three days of meals.
“It was so nice, we just showed up and enjoyed the meal. No cooking no stress.” Were dad’s thoughts.
I asked, “did you have a piece of pie for me?”
Then he did something that just amazes me. His mind seemed to hyper focus on the subject of his dessert and if you had a camera filming it, it would have won an award for “best commercial” with the way he described the piece of Bavarian Chocolate Cheesecake from the spot restaurant – how there was the thick creamy cheesecake top, with a wonderful layer of chocolate that separated the top from the delicate and rich chocolate cake bottom, the entire piece topped with chocolate drizzle.
It is fun to watch the simply pleasures in life have your father revert to his childlike heart state.
Mom came in and filled me in on the rest of the family news. While she was disappointed to not spend time with them, she understands Mother Nature will do whatever it wants – no use getting upset.
Then I made a comment about the leftover pies and cookies she now had at the house, “what will you do with them?”
My father was sitting on the bed behind her and I could see a giant smile growing on his face.
The little boy inside him will be getting some nice treats on his cold winter nights when I guess the routine is he asks my mom, “honey, do we have anything to nibble on?”
Now i wonder if my dad put out a plate of cookies out for Mother nature this thanksgiving –like my brother and I did as kids for Santa?
Not a bad upgrade, pumpkin pie for NY CHeesecake. You go, Dad!