One day I’ll be dead, kids. Probably murdered. Maybe even by you. But I am your father and I still want you to eat, even in your little patricide’s hovel of shame and regret. That is why I am going to gradually add some of the recipes that have delighted you over the years. Each of these recipes has a story. Most of them were taught to me by someone else and I modified them to my taste, budget, spiritual path, and artistic vision.