Me: So, Dad, a vodka sauce is just a tomato-based spaghetti sauce mixed with an alfredo spaghetti sauce...
Dad: What's the ratio?
Me: Depends on your taste. You could go 50/50, or if you want more tomato, 60/40, etc..
Dad: What did you do?
Me: I like a little more alfredo, so I did roughly 60/40 that way
Dad: "Roughly"? You didn't measure?
Me: No... I went by how pink it was...
Dad: And you bought [brand name]?
Me: It doesn't matter what brand. Thing One sometimes gets [alternate brand] with roasted garlic.
Dad: But I should get the [brand name] and do 50/50 with [brand name] alfredo?
Me: bangs head into wall
Later, after Mom died, my sister and I thought he could try a food kit. After all, it's pretty foolproof since they give you exact instructions and exact ingredients. He seems to like them, and it's become a weekly thing for him and his girlfriend (lady friend? companion?) to make a kit and have dinner together.
Last weekend Thing One and I went back to pick up an armoire I'd been coveting for a number of years, one that Dad didn't like and Mom loved. Since she's no longer around to object, he was happy to have it out of the house and I was happy to have it in my bedroom. He also thought it'd be So. Much. Fun. for us to make a meal for the four of us using the kits. Thing One and I grumbled, but did it. Then Dad suggested maybe we'd want to get a subscription ourselves? He'd be happy to give a gift or two...
Here's what dinner Chez Lazygal looks like when we're not "scrounging":