dad and mcdonalds

i had mcdonalds for breakfast this morning -- sausage egg mcmuffin with no cheese and a chocolate milk.  i thought:

• my dad, sister, and i used to go to mcdonalds on sunday mornings while my mom slept in.  we would share a "deluxe breakfast."  dad would read the paper and drink coffee.  michelle would get syrup all over herself.  it was a fun ritual :)
• at the end of my "spring break" vacation in texas, my dad told me -- vacation goes by so quickly, and i'm sorry we didn't really get to talk. i know what he means.  but what can we possibly say to one another?  how do we tell people that they are important to us?  i don't really know.
• i have a strange food-oriented perspective on life.  i like to cook and eat, a lot.  it's satisfying to know that i can make something.  it's nice to be able to share and make food for people i care about. there's an element of ritual and stability about it that i like too.