You might not know it from his art, but my dad has a sweet tooth. He’ll order the blueberry pancakes, choose the pecan pie and eat the candy corn. If there is one thing I have most obviously inherited from him, it’s my taste buds. Pass the peanut butter, the umami laden foods and nearly-black coffee. You want him around if you’re going out for indian; he’ll have an idea what everything on the menu will look or taste like. Then he’ll proceed to tell you about his trip to India CENSORED years ago. He can also flip a pancake like no one’s business.
the American Museum of Natural History
art museums, in general
pizza with anchovies
pasta with broccoli and garlic
the winter olympics (ski jump! the opening ceremonies!)
back episodes of gruesome television shows
striped t-shirts with alternating stripe thickness
summertime bike rides
carrying big books on the subway
that furrowed brow when reading anything
Happy Birthday Dad!