Every year for Father’s Day my father gets to request his meal of choice. And unlike my mom who says anything she doesn’t have to think of, he’s not shy about holding back. So this year it was spare ribs, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, and strawberry shortcake.
Corn on the cob takes a bit of time to boil all that water for ALL THAT corn (we’re feeding 11 mostly all grown people here)…but not hard.
Baked potatoes (in the oven because there’s not quite enough room on the grill)…not hard. Potatoes aren’t hard when there’s no peeling involve—I hate peeling.
Shortcake…not hard takes a bit of time, but Sarah made that last night.
But Spareribs…let me tell you about spare ribs. My mother asked me what I learned about cooking for a large family tonight (as if I’ve never cooked for the family before). I told her “Never make spareribs.” Seriously people, they aren’t that hard to make. But have you ever tried to parboil three racks of ribs—and well “meated” ribs at that? No? Well don’t. We took a roaster, put it across two burners and cyclically rotated the racks of ribs (now cut in half) so they are exposed to the heat equally. I made a mess splashing water everywhere—once even putting out both pilot lights and relighting the burner required a match.
But all in all, they were delicious. My father enjoyed them, and the work made the gift of HIS dinner all the more special.
Dinner was followed by a rousing game of KanJam. Of course the parents were into it. My Grandpa even stuck around for an hour or so to watch.
Then the family migrated to the Island for some pool time. Some loud, splashing, screaming pool time. And—one of the reasons my father is so cool—my father climbed on the ladder (that Mark delivered in his truck—thanks Mark) and checked out my gutters. It’s Father’s day and he’s climbing on my roof…
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD!
(I can’t believe I didn’t take any pictures.)