1 Reason Why Midwest Is Best
A couple months ago, I made it back to my parents' place for a visit. Before I left, my dad scrambled to the basement freezer to send me back with a grocery bag full of frozen venison meat. The usual.
For a little background, my father does not pry. He doesn't often ask for details about my life - not because he doesn't care, but because he, like most Midwestern fathers, prefers to avoid any uncomfortable conversations.
So this was a rare moment.
As he was filling a bag of deer meat, he decided to ask me if I was seeing anyone. This is how he asked:
"So...how much meat should I give you?"
"I don't know; I just have a small freezer [in my 1-bdrm apt. where I live alone]."
*clears throat* "Well....are you...cooking for just yourself or...?"
"Just me, Dad."
"Okay. Drive safe."