Let me tell you about the two fathers in my life. One of course is my own father and the other is the father to my children. Best men in the world, let me tell you! They are both extremely hard-working men who both sports and all things space and universe related, but they are very different in many other ways. One commonality between the two of them is the skill they have with cooking. They basically each know how to make one dish, but they have each absolutely mastered their dish.

My husband's dish of choice might sound boring to you, but this is pretty much my ultimate comfort food and I BEG him to make this for me all the time! His master chef dish is his grilled cheese. A good old simple grilled cheese. I realize everyone knows how to make these, but I have NEVER had one better than his. The difference between me making grilled cheese versus him making is patience! This is how my grilled cheese turns out…

And his perfect grilled cheese always looks a little something like this.

I get really impatient with cooking grilled cheese sandwiches. I'll throw them on there on a high temperature and then get bored or distracted and before you know it, they are gone-zo! No going back from that blackness!

He was so sweet, for our anniversary this year he made me a coupon book and one of them was redeemable for "one perfect grilled cheese sandwich. Expires March 13, 2077". So I better get on the ball with that coupon. That will be here before you know it with the way time flies! :) Anyway, I love my husband's grilled cheese sandwiches, if you couldn't tell. Oh yeah, and I love him a lot too :)

And now for my Dad. He was the type of father who worked so hard and would come home and play with us kids. We'd throw around a baseball or football, play tennis, shoot a basketball, or just do anything fun you can do outside. But my mom is an excellent cook and took charge of all that and the dear man didn't know his way around the kitchen pretty much at all. He helped us kids with the dishes every night so that she didn't have to do them and in all the years I lived at home, he still never knew where all the clean dishes went when he would unload the dishwasher. He would just hand them one at a time to us and have us put them away. Funny man.

Anyway, his pride and joy for cooking was probably about the most random thing you could think of. About once or twice a year, my dad would take a whole Saturday afternoon and make batch after batch of granola!

Strange, eh? It was delicious though. We would proceed to eat this granola in a bowl with milk every morning for breakfast until it was gone. We have a family with eight kids, so that actually didn't take as long as you might think. These are very fond memories I have of him making the one and only thing he would make so perfectly.

I am so thankful for these two wonderful, selfless men in my life and love them despite their minimal cooking skills ;) Happy Father's Day to all of you out there! I would love to hear your favorite thing your father or husband likes to cook (whether it turns out good or bad! ;) ) in the comments below.