Sunday would've been my dad's 60th birthday.
Instead of planning a surprise party, or fancy dinner, or a trip out to visit him, I spent the day doing things that reminded me of him.
I made homemade bagels, and topped them in the best way I knew how:
I always remember going to get fresh bagels with my dad and my sister on weekend mornings, and while my dad went to get the chive cream cheese from the cooler in the side room of the bagel bakery, the manager of the bagel store would press warm mini bagels into our hands. "Just for you!" he'd say...
I bought us a new grill
Then created a delicious summer meal he would've loved, including Tyler Florence's brined BBQ chicken with my grandpa's BBQ sauce recipe. My dad was known for his whole bbq chicken, and always took great care when making one so that every bite was as good as the one before. His chicken would take hours to cook and minutes to devour, and we'd wait days after eating one to break the pink-smoked wishbone in half.
I truly miss my dad each and every day... but have found comfort in little things, like bagels, and barbecue, and malted milkshakes, which he used to treat my sister and I to after a long hard day of cleaning our rooms.
And now, I sleep... because I have a long day of counting things to prepare for Wednesday in Numbers!