Dad was a retired chemist who, in his 60s, fathered and fed me and my two sisters while Mum worked as a secretary. He made us curries, Chinese meals and strange concoctions. He was often unsuccessful.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father was a chemist on the Yale faculty, my mother a housewife.
My father was a food lover and a deadbeat dad, and maybe a connection between good food and bad dads was forged early, in the deepest folds of my subconscious, where we make so many decisions about our parents.
I had a critical father. I'm more like my father. He was a sales rep for pharmaceutical companies.
My father was grounded, a very meat-and-potatoes man. He was a baker.
My father was a tailor, my mother a machinist.
My dad was a great dad.
Dad thought something very fishy was going on when, at 22, I was offered a job for £1,000 a year - more than Dad paid his own staff - for inventing cheese recipes and writing leaflets at the Dutch Dairy Bureau in London.
My mother was a consulting dietician, and my father was a consulting engineer.
Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.
My father was a doctor.