We all love Dad. And we especially love him for all the stories we have about him. At spud, we’re thrilled to hear about your fathers as we inch towards Father’s Day! Do you have a memorable story about that time dad set off the fire alarm making fish sticks and then still served them for dinner? Was he a master chef of the chocolate sundae? Did your dad make a sling shot out of the kitchen table and accidentally fling your sister over a sofa with the contraption? (We may or may not be referring to fathers of spud staff with all of those questions)
So! Let us know! And to sweeten the deal, we have a great grilling book, “Dad’s Awesome Grilling Book” as a prize for an entry, randomly selected by us!
Be sure to let us know where you are writing in from!
My dad would make me and my brothers thee WORST sandwhiches for school…cheese and HP sauce!
Linnea from feet in edmonton, heart in calgary
My dad is in no way a great chef. The few times you’ll find him in the kitchen, it’s whipping up a can of soup or something equally simple. He does however, know his way around a smoker. His smoked salmon has become something of a legend. At every BBQ, picnic and family gathering, people scramble to get a piece. He would definitely love to flip through Dad’s Awesome Grilling Book!
My Dad loved cookies. He had two rules about cookies:
1. A kid always has to have two cookies, one for each hand.
2. If a grown up is having cookies with their coffee then the stack of cookies must equal the height of the coffee cup.
I think these are good cookie rules to live by.
I do admit… my Dad is the table flinger.
But I thought maybe I should share a less Child Protective Services Intervention memory… I remember Dad would put us on the kitchen carpet and would pull us around the kitchen while Mom tried to cook and then he would dump us off at the table like it was the train station. SO much fun… never any cooking going on with Dad tho.
I have such fond memories of my dad making breakfast for me and my brother to enjoy over Saturday morning cartoons. Always scrambled eggs and Mickey Mouse pancakes. I remember savoring every bite. It was the best!!
Oh dear, well – he cooks using two basic rules:
1. Colour. If it seems like it needs some yellow, in goes the curry powder or tumeric. Green? Perhaps dill will do the trick, or dried mint? You can imagine the flavour combinations that ensue.
2. Leftovers. We joke that I make the beautiful food, and he uses it all up. Except he tends to use it all up at once. On top of Pizza. Which is why we’ve enjoyed pizza toppings as eclectic as rice stirfry, pasta, hummous and potato soup. I kid you not.
Will such culinary courage he occasionally comes up with something really good. Like the time he made mango muffins and forgot to put in the flour – divine.
Oh man, I nearly sprayed my coffee on the computer screen laughing at your entry. That’s just amazing! Potato soup on pizza. Creative, that’s definitely one word for that!
My dad didn’t cook much, but I remember one time he tried to help with the dishes by putting on the dishwasher… unfortunately he used dishwashing liquid instead of the powdered dishwasher soap. The dishwasher overflowed with bubbles all over the kitchen floor. The kitchen looked like a giant bubble bath.
After that he stuck with just putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
Reading these emails reminds me of my Dad’s spaghetti and meat sauce recipe:
Brown 1 lb. ground beef
Add 1 can tomato soup concentrate
Pour over (over)cooked pasta
Imagine my amazement when I finally tasted pasta the way it is supposed to be made!
My father-in-law is no chef, but he does excell at making waffles and every Sunday he would make them for the family. One Sunday morning we arrived at the breakfast table only to watch him throw out a whole bowl of batter and the waffle he had just made. His lack of basic kitchen knowledge was revealed when looking for oil to brush the waffle oil with and to add to his waffle recipe. He found “Palm Olive” and thought it was olive oil, which he thought would be just as good as the usual oil that had run out. He discovered his mistake when the waffle began to bubble and ooze out of the iron. I think we had toast that day.
My dad loved Sunday dinner: roast beef, roast potatoes, gravy, fresh veggies from the garden and Yorkshire pudding. He would cook it and then the kitchen would look like a disaster area, but the food tasted so good.
I grew up on a farm so most of what we ate, we grew. We had beef cattle, chickens, eggs, and a huge vegetable garden. However, we had to buy milk in town. I loved growing up on a farm.