Food.

Food, it is something we all remember, that one meal we all sat around the table as a family. Well that for me is my dad's home cooked Italian breaded chicken, usually with mash-potatoes and buttery corn on the side. We all find time out of our busy days to come together for a good meal. Its something we all can smell when it's cooking. We usually have it once or twice a week, three times if I'm lucky. It's kinda funny we aren't even Italian.