My dad made an Italian Cream Cake. I've known my dad for a long time, like all my life, and I never recall him ever baking anything! He is good at bbq'ing and I recall being fascinated when he cut our lunchmeat into the shape of a fish once when I was little (bolgna never tasted so good!) But now that he's a 60 year-old grandpa, I guess having some sort of gender indentity crisis, but I'm not complaining. And neither is Kasey. To both of our surprises, Kasey said, "that's pretty damn good!" We agreed we would tone down the complements for fear that dad's head would explode with pride.
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