My Dad’s Fried Chicken Wings Algorithm Has Kept Us Connected This Year

My rendition of the last fried chicken dinner my father made for me.

Ever since COVID-19 landed, it’s become impossible for me to fly across the country to visit my mom and dad. On the one hand, my mom is always easy to connect with via regular text messages and calls. On the other, ever since my dad had a stroke he’s never been the same. We’re totally out of touch.

My father in the moment of preparing a plate of chicken for me. He didn’t say much because his craft is what spoke for him instead.
My dad before his stroke. Unfortunately he can no longer cook

Since his stroke, dad has no longer been able to cook for himself, and so the communicative power of his physical labors are now gone.

For non-vegans like myself, frying chicken smells divine.

A recipe is an algorithm. When created by a human that we care about, it has the ability to last well beyond its creator.

This is the final result. It’s not easy to do this. But practice makes perfect.

John Maeda: Technologist and product experience leader that bridges business, engineering, design via working inclusively. Happily working at Everbridge☁️ :+).

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