Father’s Day Fun

Father’ s Day was a 3-day event this year.

First of all, my son-in-law invited DSH to go to a St. Louis Cardinals baseball game with him and his dad and several of his male relatives.  They met up one night the week before Father’s Day weekend, went to a popular bar and grill for dinner, and had fun at the ballpark together.

Next, My Baby The Bearcat, cut the lawn for him.  Not once.  Twice.  So that he had time freed up to spend with family.

On Saturday, it turned out that we had four of our five girls in town.  All of them ended up at our home on Saturday.  Not all at the same time, mind you.  But at various times throughout the day, they were all here, and, finally, late on Saturday night, they happened to all be here at the same time in the same place all together.

By then, I was in bed.  I was tired after standing and cooking for most of the day.

I think they played poker into the wee hours of the morning.  At least it sounded like they were playing poker.

On Saturday morning, in anticipation that someone may want to eat something sometime during the day, I decided to prepare a Father’s Day Feast.  Now no one had told me in advance that they were going to be around.  No one asked me to prepare a meal for them.  But, it stands to reason that a group of grown kids will want to eat sometime during the course of a day.

As soon as they started arriving, the foraging began.  So, it’s a good thing that I planned a meal for later in the day.  On the spur of the moment.

I made Clerico or Sangría Blanco sort of using a recipe from Chow (here).  I did not include the bananas or peaches.  I froze the grapes first.  I used 8 ounces of club soda and 4 ounces of Grand Marnier.  I made a second batch by just adding the liquids and sugar into the existing pitcher that was still filled with fruit.

It was refreshing and yummy.  Perfect for a hot day.  Even without the bananas and peaches, there was a lot of fruit – the girls called it alcoholic fruit salad, and eating it was as good as drinking the sangría.

We made three racks of baby back ribs with homemade Jack Daniels BBQ sauce.  I sorta used a recipe that was in our local grocery store flyer.  I substituted the Jack Daniels.  They were really, really tender.  They were really, really good.

I made a double batch of Rosemary Roasted Potatoes with fresh rosemary from my garden.  I used a mix of baby red and baby yellow potatoes.  If you don’t have a recipe try Ina Garten’s (here).

Grilled Zucchini – I have one zucchini plant in my garden that is generating enough zucchini to supply the entire county.  To make it grilled, cut it into somewhat thick slices, brush lightly with vegetable oil, sprinkle with your favorite herb blend (I used Sunny Paris from Penzeys Spices), and grill for about 3 to 5 minutes per side.

I also made a creamy cole slaw.  Gotta have cole slaw with BBQ.  It’s a rule.

Strawberries are in season, and My Baby the Bearcat has been working really hard and coming home and cutting the lawn in the heat and missing her boyfriend.  She loves strawberries, so partly for her, and for Father’s Day, I made a Whipping Cream Pound Cake and served it with fresh strawberries and homemade whipped cream.

Best Strawberry Shortcake.  Ever.

I also made a batch of homemade chocolate ice cream with milk chocolate toffee bits mixed in.  My family is getting spoiled.  They no longer want to eat store-bought ice cream.  It disappeared before I thought to take a picture of it.  They were actually eating it directly out of the container.  Picture this – three grown young women with spoons standing at the counter eating ice cream directly out of the container and moaning with delight.

DSH made them get bowls.  Spoil sport.

On Sunday, Father’s Day, we were down to three girls.  We made bacon and pancakes for breakfast.  Then we proceeded to have an argument about the Sunday sermon which focused on pelvic politics.  I guess it was the priest’s way of letting all the fathers know that they better get their women in line.  Politicking from the pulpit.  I was very upset.

My Baby the Bearcat told me that I was ruining Father’s Day.

Yes, I have a problem keeping my opinions to myself.

We gave DSH his Father’s Day cards and gift, a GPS running watch.  I love it that the girls still give him cards that say “Daddy” on them.

Later in the day, I made a grilled chicken salad and leftovers.  We finished off the last of the chocolate ice cream.

One evening of male bonding over beer and baseball – DSH’s favorite sport.  A unique and thoughtful gift with fun cards.  Two days of cooking.  Three days of celebrating Father’s Day.

I think this was an extra nice Father’s Day, and DSH deserves it because he is an extra good father and husband.

Next year, I’ll try not to ruin it for him.

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