My childhood was a little full house-esque. My dad’s best friend, who then became my godfather, was by my side since day one. They went to culinary school together, then cooked for me at home together. My godfather would come take care of my mom while daddy was at work- mom always told me stories. I remember one year for Thanksgiving, my godfather had this genius idea to debone the turkey and stuff it with his seafood stuffing. When it was done, my dad said it looked like roadkill.
I miss these two terribly.
Happy Father’s Day daddy & poppy.