Mini Toffee Mallomars – a retro favorite from childhood, updated with toffee, dark chocolate, rich shortbread, and vegan marshmallows – perfect!
Father’s Day is Sunday.
My first without Dad.
Not a day goes by that I do not think about Dad.
More times than I can count, in the first two months he was gone, I found myself driving to his house, autopilot style (his house is two minutes up the hill from ours).
Every morning I walk through our library and say “morning, Dad” as I walk by his urn.
I still watch Days of Our Lives at least once a week, even if it is just on in the background while I work in the kitchen …but often I will schedule my lunch around that time, and settle down to catch up. Dad, I know you’d be loving the stories right now.
I also watch Barrett-Jackson auction from time to time, looking for your Corvette.
Yep, I talk to Dad sometimes. I used to bring him fresh juice and coffee every day, and since I practice this ritual daily myself, I am often wishing he was here. Giving my green juice the side eye, and drinking it with a smile.
I celebrate his memory, I think of the good times. We had so many good times.
He bought me my first basketball, when I was probably 9? I remember standing there in the store, looking at them all, looking up at Dad, how do we choose? He simply picked one up, you know how they have that half box going all around the ball, and he bounced it. Box and all. Okay, this one is good.
He also …