Today is Father’s Day.
Dad’s notoriously get the shit end of the stick when it comes to parental holidays. Everyone takes Mom out to dinner and Dad gets a tie. I can testify as a former cake decorator that Mom’s consume far more ice cream cake than Dad’s…at least more cakes are ordered for them. I’m not sure who got to eat them. But Mom cakes are adorned with flowers and Dad, once again, gets a tie. And who doesn’t love a cake decorated to look like a shirt and tie.
Enjoy your day, Dad! Then get your ass back to work!
My Dad died when I was sixteen, so my Father’s Day celebrations are few in number. I can’t say I have any special Father’s Day memories. But I can say without a doubt that my Dad is still an influence on me. And he’s certainly an influence on what I eat!
Take a look at the Hungarian Night video!
Right now I have about a quart of Hungarian Sour Cherry Soup in the fridge. Dad never made it for me, but it’s Hungarian! That’s good enough for me!
Growing up I HATED having foreigners for parents. I felt like we never ate like “normal” people did. (What that meant I’m not sure. Now that I’m an adult I know there is no “normal”)
I used to eat liver, raw smoked bacon, pigs ears. We went mushroom hunting on the weekends. Dad smoked his own fish.
I’d KILL for that right now. The Hickory Smoker out back, filling the neighborhood up with the scent of smoked fish, like a cartoon smoke-finger under your nose beckoning you towards the David house.
Dad also made something disgusting as all hell called “head cheese” – little bits of lung and shit in gelatin. Like I said – disgusting. Mom hated it to. And I can still see him slurping up little gelatinized bits of it…grody-to-the-max.
Anyway! The point is – Celebrate your Dad today!!!!!! Dead or alive, make one of his favorites and enjoy the moment.
Remember, food is love!
Bang on, my peeps!!!