From Dallas... Eat Good Food

My dad and I share many interests. One of these in particular, has become more and more prominent as his chemo has gone on. That is the art of creating, and more importantly consuming, delicious food. We have cooked cheesy hotdogs over camp fires, ate hotdogs at Fenway and Wrigley, and devoured the finest steaks, ribs, burgers, and any other hunk of meat that the world has created in places around the country. A word of warning, the Weber Grill restaurant in Chicago IS NOT one of these places. Carson’s in Chicago however, is.

We have both eaten our way through most of the foods at the Minnesota State Fair, although my absence from this event due to school the past few years has irritated me to no end, sharing scotch eggs, one pound turkey legs, bacon wrapped tenderloin, cheese curds, mini doughnuts, and much more. And if you wrap anything in bacon, you can be sure we will eat it. Slap an egg on any leftovers and to us, you have breakfast. Park Tavern, Buffalo Wild Wings, and numerous ballparks, have housed our insatiable appetites.

One thing that has always amazed me about my dad is that even though he has been a diabetic since he was a teenager, it seems that he always manages to never, ever remember to have his insulin on him. In Boston, he once left it in the backseat of a cab and was then forced to give chase down the street in a desperate attempt to stop the driver and retrieve the thing that keeps him alive. Since the food we usually end up eating is enough to kill you anyway, the added risk of no insulin has become a joke to me and to the both of us a very acceptable risk to take.

Last summer, I introduced him to the Chiburken, a hearty sandwich invention that can be easily crafted at your local McDonald’s. Just take a $1 McChicken and place the entire thing in between the burgers of a $1 McDouble. Add Big Mac sauce and you have the most filling and delicious sandwich McDonald’s has to offer. And its only $2.50.

That all said, food has become a bonding experience between me and my dad. As he has gone through chemo he has taken up the task of cooking more and cooking different meals. It appears that the sicker my dad gets the better I eat.

When he is done with chemo and can enjoy once again the wide variety of foods he enjoys, I am sure that his culinary repertoire will only continue to expand. That’s just another reason on top of many for him to get better faster. I’m really looking forward to it.

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