The first car my father purchased when he moved to the states in the 80s was this ginormous Buick that was a size of my bedroom. I don’t know what it is with Asian men of that generation. It’s like it’s embedded in their DNA that they are suppose be fascinated with big American cars. Maybe it was a pre-requisite in school to watch Super Fly during the world history class or something.
My father’s fascination doesn’t end with big American cars. His enthusiasm extends to big American holidays. When holidays like Thanksgiving roll around, my father becomes possessed and brings home serious loads of food — enough to feed a third world country or two. He makes it his mission to over-stuff us with food. Feeding his family is his way of showing his affection and how can anyone say no to that? I love him so much.
This is the meal I prepare for him the other day. What better way to return his love than by cooking him a Big Fat Greek dinner?
Egglant Moussaka, courtesy of Tyler Florence
Tabouli with Quinoa
Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Be afraid, be very afraid 🙂
can you do this whole thing over again for the birthday celebration coming up?
Absolutely! I really like cooking and eating Greek food. It makes me want to start dancing! Hee hee.