by Julianna Squicciarini
Well, it’s Father’s Day. Again. And that must mean we’re heading up to Boone Fork Trail for our annual Father’s Day hike on that “moderately easy” woodland path.
No, readers, Boone Fork Trail was an interesting and perhaps worthwhile experience, which will not be repeated in the near future. This Father’s Day, we played it very safe and got our dad a grill. Or, rather, he got himself a grill and our mom helped pick it out. And, seeing as that gift wasn’t really from us, WE (meaning his five children) got him a monogrammed leather wine dossier to keep track of his favorite bottles. 😀 Talk about Children of the Century.
So today, instead of getting up to Boone nice and early, we slept in late and our dad cooked us a great breakfast. On his new grill. I know – weird. Especially considering that it was an egg breakfast…hmmm….well, the eggs were cooked inside. He did the sausage and hashbrowns (do I even need to say it was kosher sausage? you all know that by now, right?). It was very good.
And instead of trekking through damp forests and sidestepping cow patties, we sunbathed and swam with friends in our gorgeous 20×40′ pool. Our father graciously allowed us to have an Open Swim this afternoon. What a guy! 🙂
And as we speak (or as I type), our father is subbing for Emeril and cooking us an amazing dinner. Also on his grill. THAT gift was a hit. 😉 It’s a steak that’s bigger than my head. However, it only feeds 4 to 6 people. There’s something wrong with this picture…
On that delicious note, may I take this opportunity to wish all the fathers reading this the very happiest and relaxed Father’s Day ever. I’m sure you all deserve it.
For he’s a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny!