I thought of my dad today when I was cutting up vedgies to make garlic pepper sauce from an old issue of Everyday Food. I think he would have liked this and its' many applications. He loved to cook and loved hearing what we were having for dinner, or about the foods we liked to eat. He often leaned on the kitchen counter to watch my husband cook delicious foods.

As I popped blueberries into my mouth I also remembered handing him berry after berry during our visit in mid-January. He would take one and eat it and then have another. It was so sweet.