My Father’s Egg Salad Sandwich

My father didn’t cook very often.  The kitchen was my mother’s domain.   There were a few things that I remember him making.  He often baked bread and made cinnamon rolls in his retirement.   He made large batches of some really good hot dog chili that he would freeze in recycled margarine containers.  He made something that he called Garbage Soup which never turned out the same way twice.   Of course, he could make breakfast which would include bacon or sausage with eggs, or gravy on toast.  I just didn’t really see him in the kitchen very often. […]