Snack Time

Easter, 2002.

This is a pretty typical pose for my father and I--going for the food. We would always go straight for the munchies at any occasion. Or even some non-occasions. My father was always up for eating something good.

He loved his food. I think eating was one of his favourite things in the world. He always said that if he won the lottery, one of the things he'd do was make sure he never ran out of his favourite luxary foods.

He especially loved the food on special occasions, because that's when he got the really good stuff. Life his sister's cheeseballs or tarts.

He did love his food.