When my dad tells stories it's like reading your favorite adventure novel. The only thing is, it's not fiction and I think he exaggerates (just kidding Dad). I thought I had a wild youth, but its nothing compared to his. My dad hopped a Greyhound Bus when he was 18 and went all the way from Michigan to White River Junction VT, where he lived with his brother and sister-in-law. My dad showed me pictures of him with feathered hair and a jean jacket and boy did he THINK he was cool ;)
My dad also told me about my aunt who passed away and showed me pictures of her and her amazing pieces of art. One of my favorites was an oil painting she did of my dad's favorite fishing spot on Lake Champlain. I spent many summers as kid catching catfish and bass with my dad at this spot.
After reminiscing and hearing stories. I decided I'd make my dad one of his favorite desserts: Chocolate Eclairs! Obviously food isn't going to fix the grieving, but there's nothing like comfort food when you're feeling down.
First things first preheat your oven to 400 degrees and lets make the