Meet the Parents

I met my girlfriends parentslast Saturday. Now what you first must realize is that I haven't had to "meet the parents" since I was a young boy growing up in The Bay Area of California. Ok well not that young actually not since I was married which was a while ago.

Well I met them.....

Her father, Mark, a soft spoken gentleman with kind eyes but at first sight may intimidate the weaker of the species. Since I am not prone to such intimidation I found Mark to be a very nice man and will enjoy his company for years to come. We did talk boxing for a lil bit and a bit of baseball. Her mother, Linda is very outspoken and I find that her contrast to her husbands quiet demeanor is her yin to his yang and might be the secret to their long marriage. She was quick to voice her concerns and her many questions concerning her daughter's well being as well as her grandchildren and rightfully so. I wouldn't expect anything less from two caring parents. She was quick to the point and wasted no time in giving her opinion. I did only have a short time with them as they had a flight to catch but all in all it ended with handshakes and hugs. I think Linda might be hoot once a few drinks are poured in front of her maybe some hot cocoa and butterscotch schnapps. Either way she is a stand up lady and I can respect that.

I will say I wasn't nervous but maybe a bit rusty as meeting the parents hasn't not been a regular thing for me in over 13 years. I did contemplate my style of dress as to not come off as a thug or a hooligan but to look somewhat respectable, mind you I did not wear a suit and tie.

And to make this a chef related blog...I was relieved that I wasn't asked any cooking tips or recipes this time around. I do look forward to cooking them a meal or few. Maybe even one holiday they can come down to Florida and WE can host the holiday for them...and yes I will cook.

See ya soon Linda and Mark it was a pleasure to meet you.