Oh, it's Father's Day?
Actually my dad hates such holidays, so I'm gonna inobtrusively bake some goodies and make them available and leave it at that.
For supper tonight, we'll have a baked chicken dish (sorta Psycho Chicken, but I've had it marinating overnight in the fridge, also I put the bird on a bed of onions and celery and topped the whole thing with more onions and celery.)
A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money.
Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine,
something Brussels sprouts never do.
P. J. O'Rourke, humorist