Cooking for Your Part Time Daughter
This is the LAST post I will be making to “Cooking for Your Part Time Daughter.” I know the blog has caught fire the last few months, but I don’t care. Sorry NYTimes, can’t link to my blog anymore! I can’t take the shit going on. This post was going to be about utilizing pork, the “other white meat”, but now it’s not. Now it’s about OTHER SHIT. Hope your happy Tiff. This was Daddy’s one good thing.
Tiffany is here for the weekend, and, as my loyal followers know, I only get her the first weekend of every month. My own daughter. Once a month. So here’s what I made for this special occasion:
Low-country Smothered Pork Chops (follow the link for the recipe.)
Sounds good doesn’t it? It sure did to me. I couldn’t wait to share this easy to follow, and flavorful recipe with her. But instead, her mother drops her off and I find out that they “went to Burger King on the way, so don’t worry about it.” I dumped the contains of the cast iron dutch oven in the garbage. Right in front of her. She smiled and turned on the television. How quaint. What a princess.
If she loves 16 and Pregnant so much, she should get on the show. Let Debra deal with her shit. I’ll go to Arizona and just rock climb all the time.
I took the high road during the divorce. I did. Not Debra. And I still let them stay in the house. I did that because I wanted the best for her. And after all that, EVERYTHING I DID, she just came into the room a second ago and told me that “if I was in here signing up for eharmony, it would only end in disappointment.”
She used to make me pictures at school. I still have one next to my twin bed. Now, I’m pretty sure she’s smokes weed.
Maybe I’ll just make her : Bitch Soup with Goat Cheese Croutons. (That’s not a real recipe, don’t be looking for a link.)
She definitely wouldn’t want that. Not just because it’s made up. Because I know she hates goat cheese.
I also want to use this post to say that ITS OKAY FOR A MAN TO CRY. No really, it is. Tiffany is laughing with her friend on the phone right now, but she shouldn’t be. I cried when she turned down my earnest attempt at handing her an ice cream sandwich. Fresh baked oatmeal cookies, homespun vanilla ice cream…. I mean you know how much work I put into those. Her reason, she needs to stay thin so she could attract a better quality man than her mother did. Jesus… why do I keep living?
For those still reading, I want you to know that I still thinking cooking is an important part of life, and it can be very therapeutic. But, if everyone else in your life is a terrible monster, it wont help. Just give up.
(Please buy my book here though. In case she does actually get pregnant. )
