A few weeks back, I had dinner with my friend Pam at her house. Pam loves to cook as much as me and we always seem to make amazing meals together. Pam also loves to garden. Her vegetable garden is so abundant that it could literally feed an army with all the vegetables it produces.
For as long as I can remember, on Father’s Day, my Dad and me sprawl out on the couch, eat Cheetos, have a beer or two and watch the US Open on TV. It’s what we do and it’s always fun. This year instead of baking him a blueberry pie, I decided to mix it