What’s the biggest compliment a child can pay a parent? How can a woman make her father’s chest swell with pride? For me, there is an easy answer. Just ask me for a recipe; just ask me how to make something I used to cook for you.
Nothing, but nothing, compares to this. I could be told I was brilliant, kind, funny, wise – pick your adjective. I could be praised for my careful calibration of a fine moral compass. Nah. None of these would butter my parsnips. Send me a text asking how I made that chocolate mousse out of silken tofu. That’s what one of my daughters did yesterday afternoon. And the rest of the day was a breeze.
