Difficult to choose a story to tell.
My father has been present and influenced me in so many aspects of my life.
A nice anecdote comes in one of the many competitions we engaged in. This one was a cooking contest. Four teams with my father, my mum and myself competing against each other, each helped by two friends.
Each day unfolded with one team performing its best culinary creations. My father came last and we all thought he had little to no chance of winning as our dishes were all that delicious and we all knew that he almost never spends time cooking. It was without counting on my father’s creativity.
That evening we saw my father show up dressed as a grand butler. He reverently welcomed us with champagne, candles, nice music and an amazingly dressed table. We were all taken by surprise. Followed by a well-served 4-course-menu, including a revisited tomato carpaccio, beef filet with orange dressing and a delicious lemon cake.
Till today some of us debate my father’s win. Some over the fact that he didn’t really cook and mainly gave instructions, some because they felt he had an unfair advantage having attributed himself the role of jury president. Yet we all agreed that he got the best of us that evening with his amazing set-up.
