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Life with Father by Darcie D. Sims, Ph.D., CHT, CT GMS |
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I learned everything I know about barbecuing from my dad. Every Saturday afternoon my father began a ritual, which would eventually lead to the family gathering together around the medicine cabinet. My dad was the only man I know who could take a perfectly wonderful piece of meat and turn it into FISH. After my father would pronounce the meat as "done," my mother would quietly open a can of salmon of defrost one of those tuna casseroles and we'd mark another Saturday backyard barbecue down in the family medical records. I love my dad dearly, but NOT his barbecuing! Not everyone is a dad (or can be one), but everyone HAS a dad. Whether your dad is still out mowing hte lawn, or has already gone to the Hardware Store in the Sky, each of us has memories of our LIFE WITH FATHER. Over the years, our family has developed a number of rules for our dad. these helped us co-exist with the great barbecuer. Living with DAD became a challenge, one which we still remember... Dads are brave. Dads always enter the house first, to check for burglars (and to get to the bathroom ahead of the rest of us.) Dads check under beds and in closets before turning out your light at night, making sure no Boogeyman is hiding anywhere. Dads climb on roofs to fetch stray kittens and kites, and Dads loan their car keys to newly licensed sons and daughters. Dads ARE brave! |
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