Just got back from one of the most enjoyable evenings I’ve had in a long time. I was invited over to dinner with a good friend and his wife who love to cook and entertain. After a couple of days of hotel and fast food, a homemade meal by a couple of gourmet chefs was incredible.
Papi is a master gardener. His tomato plants are taller than me and he has such plants like avocado, lemon, and orange trees. I watched Papi cut the tomatoes off of the tomato vines and make fresh tomato sauce for a wonderful pasta dinner. I felt like I needed to offer him $100 for such a wonderful meal. No way I could have bought that good of food at any restaurant.
Part of our long conversation centered on priorities. Having raised three beautiful girls and working a hundred hours a week during his younger days Papi warned me about working too long and ignoring the family. Sage advice from a wily old veteran.