She asks for pasta. It’s 95 degrees in June, and my daughter wants baked ziti, and so I make it– with garlic bread– and a vodka sauce with some sausage in it.
And I made the wings I thawed as well. I guess those are for dessert– buffalo wings and bleu cheese ice cream– could be winning. But she likes everything I made and that’s all that matters– especially at 24, when sometimes you just need your dad to do something nice.