My father’s a special guy.
He likes cake, snickers and Bacardi Gold.
He likes his dog, SOJA.
He likes to fall asleep in chairs with SOJA.
He likes brewing enormously excessive quantities of soup so that he can gift it all away to every member of our extended family, plus people who can’t possibly be related to us, but who like soup nonetheless.
And he likes gardening. Or, equivalently, watching me weed the garden.
But if there’s one thing he REALLY likes, it’s his Big Green Egg. I mean, he really likes it to the point of obsession. To the point that I’m pretty sure he polishes it every morning with a unicorn-bristle tooth brush. If I catch him in the act, I’ll post photos.
I can’t remember when exactly the Big Green Egg joined the family. I suspect it was dropped onto our back patio by a smoked meat-loving alien species with a great sense of humor.
But now, every Sunday, come hell, high water, or hurricane, my father slathers, smothers and seasons slabs of meat to feed to the Big Green Egg. It eats better than I do. Last week he fed it hand-slaughtered chickens from a local farm here in Bermuda. My cat won’t go near him for fear of being next.
There’s no denying it. My father is in love with his Big Green Egg.
3 replies on “My Father”
Thanks to your Father for guiding me to this your site (he did say that it was his, but I know that he’s really proud of you), & Thanks to you for the smile you’ve given me, to read the words that you’ve written with the wit that you have & most of all to get a sense, a recognition, of the love that a daughter has for her Ol’ Man and that friendship grows where you are & where you go, .. Bravo, Brave On, .. & I can’t help but notice that the Big Green Egg appears to be Black, ..
Cool Aye
So glad you checked out the site. I’ve just gotten home and Father says he has plenty of new photos for me to post!
I thought marrying into 100% Italians was a non-stop eating orgy; you’ve eclipsed all the Sunday dinners that I remember…one silly question…where’s the fish? Amy, you have a sensational humor. The love that you and your father have for each other is evident. Bravo!