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Make Dad an old-fashioned dinner With Father’s Day only a few days away on Sunday, I have a few suggestions for you. Mothers shouldn’t have to step up to the plate to do the choosing, the shopping or even buy a card. I remember, though. Mothers do. It takes a measure of maturity and some brain power to scope out what dear old dad might want or need – what might please him, too. If you have a lot of big bucks to spend, I’ll let you off the hook. Just spend away. Don’t tell me how much you spent. Tell me later how much he liked those expensive toys, the expression on his face when he saw the gift, etc., etc. And I will tell you how we might celebrate or how we have done it over the years because the focus of our love, Bob, is worth it. All he gets now-a-days is a slew of cards. There was a time when ties, monogrammed handkerchiefs and shaving lotion were on the list. No, not anymore. Not with retirement – who wears a tie? With the advent of tissues, it knocked out a need for those terrible cloth squares, thank heavens! We have found an inexpensive and lightly scented substitute for aftershave. Most supermarkets, drug stores and discount stores stock it. The product is just plain Witch Hazel. It is now Bob’s favorite shaving lotion. So, if we never have and never will go for those rich rewards, and the old, small-time gifts no longer apply, what, aside from cards, can be given to this deserving father, grandfather and great-grandfather? I know! His passion – food! That’s what! It is easy to please a food-a-holic. Just bit by bit, increase your recipe file and watch what wonderful things you’ll create. What started me on this road? My mother got a job at the University at Buffalo when I was a senior in high school. I became the family cook, laundress and bottle-washer. As soon as I got off the bus and unloaded my books on the dining room table, I’d go to the kitchen to assess the food situation for our dinner. I had no way to get to a grocery store other than to walk or take a bus. The solution, the meat market on the corner of Kenmore Avenue and Niagara Falls Boulevard. The butchers at that independently owned store knew I was only a kid. They helped me pick out the right amount of meat, the best cuts and even gave me verbal recipes. It was a learning situation. There really is no substitute for the-job-is-yours cooking school. I asked Bob to name a few of his favorite meals, so that I could give you some old-fashioned recipes. “All I want is a layer cake – two layers and lots of frosting. There is nothing wrong with your Bundt cake, except there isn’t much frosting,” Bob said. “What else?” I asked. “Beef stew – no dumplings.” Anything else? I needed choices. “Roast beef,” his final answer. The first thing I did to get started was to pull out Bob’s mother’s little cookbook. I think it was a giveaway or a premium from General Foods, circa 1939. It is “All About Home Baking.” Page 40, Economical Gold Cake with modifications, became our favorite
layer cake. Economical Gold Cake
Luscious Lemon Frosting
Beef Stew
Bob will be happy with some (or all) of the above for a good Father’s Day repast. When my mother’s dad passed on, it was the first death of a loved one that I had experienced. It left me so very saddened that it was difficult to believe. Grandparents, uncles and a cousin passed on. My feelings were of a sadness that was not as deep, but it was still a truly hard time to get through. When my father passed on, I lost a mentor, a kindred spirit and a tough taskmaster. All fathers are, in retrospect, the best – even if they weren’t perfect – they were our very own. |
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