Look who's coming to town! Yep, that's right, folks -- my dad is getting in for the weekend, taking advantage of the work obligations that brought him westward from our native New Jersey. I feel a little nervous about this, because we are both champions at being stubborn sometimes, and some of my past food issues were also tied into family relationships. At the same time, though, I am excited because our weekend will probably look something like this:
All that to mean -- eating, hiking, farmer's market-ing, taking in a local attraction (which means solo fishing for my dad), hanging out, and playing games (WiiFit, anyone?), as well as visiting the Best In-laws Ever and going to church. How will we squeeze it all in? I'm sure we'll make a way . . . especially for the eating. Custom stir-fry, here we come!
*In case you were a bit stymied by the creative spelling of this post's title, I call my dad "Pop" (which I liked as a kid but caused me utter mortification as an angsty teen!). I'm not sure if that lends more sense to the title, but it's the best I could do. What do you call your father?