When I think of my Dad, I always think of him in the kitchen. He loves to cook and was the chef at our family restaurants. This photo is from our outdoor kitchen (better known as the deck) in the back of the house two Christmas Eve's ago. This is where all the magic happens on Christmas Eve: fried squid, whiting, frittae along with a lot of drinking and trash talkin'. The rest of us hang around, waiting for the food to emerge so we can grab the first bites. It's a good day.
To my Dad: the chef, attorney, doctor, car salesman and all around bad ass..have a wonderful Father's Day. I love you mucho! Smooches.