I don't tend to write about my father whom we affectionately call Pappa a lot around here. Apart from the fact that we grew up in a household where women solely managed and ran the kitchen, my father and I coherently had opposite views and values when it came to food. He, being a man of small appetite, consciously calculating what and how much he eats, reluctant to try new flavours, in general incurious about food. Whereas I, from the time I remember love food and was a good eater even as a…
