Measure of A Man
Today is my father’s birthday.
Even though my father lives 2000 miles away from me, he has an enormous influence on my life. How could he not? When he suddenly found himself raising three girls on his own many years ago, two of whom were under the age of 12, he didn’t buckle. He not only acted as our chauffeur and cooked us a meal every single night as we were growing up, he taught us to be thoughtful and brave when we encountered life’s challenges.
This year, I decided to time my summer visit with his birthday. Just because. For his birthday dinner, my wonderful Aunt Joyce shared with me two recipes my father loved when he was growing up: peas ‘n’ noodles and peach cobbler. I’m not going to share the recipes with you because I prefer they remain a family secret (selfish, I know :) ). However, I CAN show you pictures!
Peas and noodles:
Served with crispy seared garlic shrimp, courtesy of Peter:
Peach cobbler, made with fresh Colorado peaches:
Aunt Joyce, you probably shouldn’t look at the next picture – the cobbler overflowed! Blasphemy!
Served with ice cream AND whipped cream. We live large in our household.
Happy Birthday to my father :)
