Ray is my dad. He’s 73 and retired. He has a distinctive personality and is quite a character. Those who have followed me on Facebook over the years have gotten to know him via our banter; we have a “special” relationship.
Recently he let me know he liked my blog and I have been encouraging him to write for years, since once in a while he cuts through the BS that spews from his mouth on a normal basis and comes up with something truly remarkable, insightful, meaningful, and emotional.
Cooking for one is easy. I usually get two days of meals out of most recipes Decide on a recipe, purchase all ingredients. Do all prep work before you begin. Follow the instructions completely. Enjoy.-Ray
I thought that maybe writing about his cooking adventures might be of interest to him, so I invited him to write something for Delightfully Weird. The following is an unedited transcript of the conversation followed by his contribution. Enjoy.
Me: “If you ever want to write something for my blog, let me know”
Ray: “You’ll have to show me how to do that….I don’t even know what a BLOG is”
Me: “You know when you write something in a Facebook post with with a photo? Just write that in a message to me instead and I can post it for you”
Ray: “How can I be sure you’re not going to compromise all of my privacy”
Me: “You can’t”
Ray: “I’m leary then”
Me: “I will put your address, credit card information, and social security number in every post”
Ray: “Oh….I wish you wouldn’t bc all of that is fake and I don’t need to get busted”
Nine hours later…
Ray: “For your food blog”
Ray: “They taste tested the Stroganoff and approved”
Me: “you need to actually write something”
Ray: “Cooking for one is easy. I usually get two days of meals out of most recipes Decide on a recipe, purchase all ingredients. Do all prep work before you begin. Follow the instructions completely. Enjoy.”
Me: “dad, you write 7-paragraph facebook posts. You can do a lot more than that lol
I can’t make a blog post out of three sentences”
Ray: “Well I don’t feel like writing right now”
That’s my dad.