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  • My Aunt had, on a recent day trip, bought a fairly large and expensive amount of fish from a fishing boat in Hastings and didn't quite know what she'd do with it. She stuck it in the freezer and decided that she would have a dinner party to get her money's worth out of her day's catch and her and my other aunt's home grown fruit and veg from this season, and that my dad should come down from Cardiff and cook it properly for us all to enjoy together.

    It's been ages since I've had a daddy cooked dinner, never mind sat in a kitchen with him while he pottered about! I remember doing it when I was little and thinking that my dad knew everything and everything he said was gospel. He's just retired a couple of years early but he put his chef's whites on for the occasion. He likes to do things properly and cooks in the same manner for family as he would for a royal function.

    My contribution was bringing my camera for the occasion because I don't know when we'll all be together again doing things like this and I know a day will come when dad is too old to stand cooking for hours and he'll be the one sitting on a stool while I perhaps cook suppers for him that are simpler, but he'll still tell me all about the food and the different ways to store and cook and eat it, and he'll add his rather daft sense of humour and 'wisdom' that is not entirely gospel while I roll my eyes and sigh as only daughters with somewhat silly fathers can.
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