Dad always had a penchant for finishing his plate. As a younger boy, his dad had made him sit at the table until every last pile of food was packed away. So, when mom moved out and I started cooking, I made sure those piles were BIG. Double, triple portions were the only thing appropriate for the big man. After all, divorce is difficult. It's normal to jump 3 pant sizes in 8 months. (Besides, the bulk suits him.)




















