Praise my favorite food?

I praise the steak for my father and his mastery of the grill
The dark lines across the meat like the lines left on his face from the heat
The smokey smell that brings back the summer days
That have long since left when he did
I praise them as one of the few things left of him
That taste that brings back the smile I inherited

I praise the mashed potatoes
That recall the early childhood days of my picky eating
And how I've evolved to love them
Seeing my nephew after me
Fight the same battle
With my sister as we did with my mother

I praise the meal that we often have
When we gather for something special
To reminisce of the simpler times together
As a family
Whole and together
For a short time again