Father’s Day can be absolutely delicious.
This morning we woke up at a leisurely 9:30 and read the paper together with some strong coffee to get our eyelids open. Although sometimes it seems as though there’s hardly anything actually IN the Sunday paper, I still love it, with all of the colorful ads of things I like to look at, although not necessarily buy.
After reading and caffeining, we put on our walking shoes and headed over to
for a couple of laps; we think it’s about 2.5 miles, maybe a little bit more. My aching muscles tell me it’s the “maybe a little more” part. Baumann Park
Back to the house for showers. Joe took some leftover pasta salad and a brat to mama’s house for her dinner, then off to have a beer with friend Steve. (Hey, it IS Father’s Day. Who am I to argue?)
Besides, I had some serious errands to run…picking up a prescription, exchanging a shirt at Kohl’s and picking up some serious T Bones at Logli, which I promptly marinated.
Here they are, cooking on the grill:
Here’s the Grillmaster on his special day…I'm sure he's thinking about me...
|(Steak. Steak. Steak. Steak.)|
Shrooms, lovingly cooked in ½ a beer, 3 tbs of butter, and some garlic powder. These are quite heavenly piled up high on your T-bone. Or pretty much right out of the pan.
|Of course I'm a fungus. But I'm a delicious fungus.|
And of course, Sunday libations.
|Big Carla, on the right, obvy. Notice how much bigger mine is than Joe's.|
|yes, this is "Big Carl."|
On Cougartown, Courtney Cox has a wine glass that is the size of a pitcher of Koolaid that she affectionately calls “Big Carl.” (see above.)
I have my own version that I have affectionately named “Big Carla.” (More often than not, she is my writing partner.)
Tummies full, we’re catching up on some Deadliest Catch. Still on the agenda: cherry cheesecake.
See? Father’s Day can be delicious.
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads!!