They didn’t like rocks, music or martial arts. He had spent more time at Gran’s in the last few years as the oldest two boys wouldn’t go there w...th him, so he got some peace and quiet.It was also ironic that the day his mother left was the same day his dad had left to go to the very solar system he too was now speeding towards. He guessed his mother had finally given up hope of Allan coming back to her.Yet, his father had always been good to him. He had even taken him and the kids from his. Your Dave, he’s sociable, I take it?”“He is. Our Dave...” I noted Brindy’s tone when she said ‘our Dave’ “ ... is genuine ‘good people.’ And if you invite US over, then we get to invite YOU over...”“I’ll make tamales...” Carlita laughed.“I like tamales,” I said. “You...”“One does not live in a little orphanage and NOT spend time in the kitchen. I learned. They are MY recipe.”“Dad barbecues. And he’s GOOD at it.”“Dave barbecues, too,” Brindy smiled. “And he’s good, too. We may have to have a. I hadnt really seen him since I was a kid. He had really toned out and bulked up since I saw him, he was more handsome than ever. Jay and I had an odd relationship at the time, he was always the troublemaker and leader in our friendship. I was always the follower. He was always more tough and confident than I. I became very envious of him. Hows it goin little guy? Long time no see! He strides up to me and got his arms around my shoulders. He grasped me hard and I rocked almost from side to side. Where normally I would use a packaged mix, I wanted Angie to enjoy the very best. The key to that recipe was in the separation of the egg whites and yolks. The whites were beaten until stiff and then folded in at the very end.“These waffles are amazing. They have just the right amount of crispiness on the outside,” Angie said. “And the syrup, it’s so good. I believe I tasted a hint of smokiness also.”“You do have a discerning palate,” I answered. “I made the syrup myself.”For the last few.