Happy Father’s Day everyone! Fathers are such unsung heroes – especially for daughters. They are the measuring stick by which all men are measured. That could be a good thing or a bad thing depending upon the type of father he was.Continue reading “Fathers Don’t Ask For Much”
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. In the past, a number of my Father’s Day posts have been complete menus – from the appetizers to the desserts – all favorites with the menfolk. This year, tomorrow’s post is going to be a bit different, especially for me.Continue reading “Father’s Day Oven-Grill Country Ribs”
Truth be told, ever since we first had these awesomely delicious burgers in a pub in Sutter Creek, I’ve been looking for an excuse to make them at home. Father’s Day, as it turns out, is just the excuse needed.Continue reading “A Burger Fit for Dear Old Dad”
It’s hard to believe I’ve had the privilege of sharing more than half my life holding hands with my best friend. We’ve had our share of ups and downs over the years, as all couples do. Let’s face it, anyone who claims theirs in a perfect union spent entirely in martial bliss is either lying or in a state of denial.
Hard to believe it, but Father’s Day is nearly here – June is nearly half way over – wow! What can I say, the older I get, the more time seems to have wings! I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Sure do wish I could slow down.
One more week and counting. Now that we live in another town, holidays are especially meaningful. Never take your family for granted. A few years ago, Father’s Day with dear old Dad was celebrated on Saturday. Dad’s not getting about as he once did and that year he was fearful to venture from the family farm. Just as well, I enjoy the farm.
Hubby likes eating at a good steakhouse. You know the kind I’m talking about, with baskets of warm bread brought to the table while you decide which of a zillion different steak options you are in the mood for. The menus look like small phone books with page after page of dining choices. When the bread runs out, no worries because there are buckets upon buckets of roasted peanuts still in the shell to keep you occupied. Just crack ’em open, toss the shell on the floor and pop those addictive nuts into your mouth. I don’t know how it is in your family, but with mine we are so full of bread and nuts that the meal itself is an after thought. Maybe there should be a restaurant that serves only warm bread and peanuts in the shell. Oh wait, those are called saloons!
Father’s Day is nearly upon us, another special day for gathering with family to break bread, tell a few stories and take time out of our hectic lives to reconnect with one another. This is especially true if siblings have scattered with the four winds. Having grown up in a very close family, Father’s Day is extra special.