updated: leeks, a working oven and working communication with Dad

SeaBass came home. Within 5 minutes the oven door was back in working order.

I told you he was better than us.

One of the things that stands out to me about this whole episode is how well my father and I managed to work together (albeit ultimately unsuccessfully.) Typically in a situation involving putting anything together, taking anything apart or basically co-operating on any endeavour I would stay well out of the way and allow someone else to deal with it knowing full well that if I got involved things would get broken; inanimate objects, fragile feelings and body parts included.

Not so here.

There were no raised voices, no insults, no throwing or slamming of random objects necessary to the project at hand. We worked well and when frustration set in we set the goddam door aside for, well, for our saviour to arrive.

Mom was in my head. She kept me treading lightly and carefully.

I wonder if Dad heard her too?

So, being the dedicated food blogger that I am I roasted some leeks the next day so that I could show you pictures of their carmelized, crispy glory accompanied by the deliciously thick and hearty romesco sauce. It had absolutely nothing to do with my craving for more leeks. Nothing.
p.s. onion breath is worth it.