Just made my step-father's dinner.

Since mum passed, he doesn’t cook much and I cook when I can.

Tonight I made fillet steak, hash browns, onion rings, a quick cool salsa and some BBQ dipping sauce.

Took it through to him and before even trying the steak he cut up a piece of steak and dunked it into the BBQ dipping sauce (which I put for his hash browns and onion rings) and put it in his mouth and said, ‘hmm, it’s alright’.


I despair sometimes.

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