Beef Potatoes and Pie Please

Beef. Potatoes. Pie. If not that, nothing. He would not even eat. Lasagna? No. Spaghetti? Eye roll. He would rather eat confetti. Beef. Potatoes. Pie. That was my Dad’s idea of dinner. An Iowa farm boy, he wanted these three things at every meal. Except breakfast. Breakfast could be corn meal mush or a pancake. He put corn in the batter too. Corn-on-the-cob and chocolate cake Were also acceptable in the corn state. Berry cobbler was welcome too. After Beef, potato, and pie. Dad’s go-to-meal. Rhubarb his favorite, just like me!