It's famous. For all the wrong reasons indeed. This evening he cooked a hash, but of course it had its distinct blandness.
"What seasonings did you use to make this with?" I asked
"I didn't use any"
"What? Not even salt or pepper?"
"No, just beef, potatoes, onion & carrot." I should have known.
"Have you ever thought about adding a little rosemary?" I try to be diplomatic as possible.
"I...err...didn't...have...I was...rushed"
"Dad, you're retired."
And so it goes. Everytime you suggest a condiment which may add a little flavour, he dismisses it. His Chilli is legendary. Simply because it contains no actual chilli. Cumin is way out of the question. So it goes: ground beef, onion, tomatoes, kidney beans, mushrooms.
I seriously would like to know his philosophy. I mean the guy produced me and brought me up, I should  be entitled to understand what his policy is so that I can  at least trust the fella, and believe he will lead me towards the path of success.  However, on the grounds of many little things, I'm growing to understand that he has never had a clue. The notion that he just makes it up as he goes along increasingly dawns on me, and it makes me a  little bit worried.
Dining tip: Always keep a bottle of ketchup with you.