his very first casserole. He was so proud of himself he called to tell me. He'd never made pasta before so he had to follow the directions on the box very carefully (his words). It was hard not to laugh at how innocent he is in the kitchen. Definitely a man of his generation. Anyway, he made a Reuben Sandwich casserole! It sounded wonderul. Because of his new found cooking skills he's planning on casseroles for next year's cook off. He also taught himself (didn't want help) to iron his flannel shirts today. Said he can now move on to his cordorouy pants. While I miss my mother horrendously, I'm enjoying seeing my father bloom.