Dinner at Dad's

Sunday night dinner with my dad.  I think he liked it.  He asked for seconds and asked that we leave some for tomorrow's lunch.  Nora found a great deal on Swai.  (2 lbs for $8.) 

So, I Dore'd it (flour and eggwash) and sautee'd it in a large skillet.  I served it with chopped tomatoes, sliced black olives and capers.  I warmed that mixture with a compound butter.  Salt and pepper as needed.  Wonderful dish. 

Great item.  Check it out.  Enjoy.

D.  

Years

Years, again come knocking


(August 23, 2006)

In my summer days when traffic cops appear,
I, too, need some pointing as winter soon draws near.
Of simple days I dream; of some days’ end I fear,
As the coldest moon does rise, at the closing of my year.

Life, at last, conquers fear on tales of Autumn sheddings,
As Christmastime draws near, unrewarded lives are dreading.
Another task awaits this soul, ill-defined and treading,
But life’s not done, till farms are sold for bedding.

Yielding pleasure chosen or pain deserved, Eternity awaits.
Be wise and choose your path, leave not your end to fates.
But what of toil has bought you, but what if love berates?
The purest soul will rise and regret cannot exterminate.

David R. Normand
Copyright C 2006

A Metaphor of Life.  I guess I have been feeling this way for quite a while. 

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Dinner with My Dad

The wife and I had dinner with my dad this evening.  Since my mother died several months ago my sisters and I take turns during the week going over there and fixing my dad dinner.   It is really a fun thing to do.

Tonight we had peas and salmon.  My wife had asked if we needed knives on the table.  I told her no because the salmon was very tender.  So, we sat down to eat a very nice meal.  After a few bites I realized that we did need knives, to push the peas onto the fork.  This reminded me of a poem my dad always used to tell us and I told him:

"Peas and honey, Peas and honey,
I've eaten them all my life.
Peas and honey, might sound funny,
But it sure keeps them on the knife."

Dad laughed at that.  He remembered.

My wife had to get up and get Dad some water for his pills.  Two cubes of ice from the automatic dispenser in the fridge door.  The "cubes" actually comes out as half moons.  (Why the manufacturer calls them "cubes", I have no clue).

After she sat down, the refridgerator replenished the recently removed ice with an audible "burp" as the ice dropped into the bin. 

"I keep waiting for the refridgerator to say 'excuse me' when he does that," my dad said. 

We all laughed.  I thought for a second, and leaned over to my dad, and told him that, if the refridgerator does ever answer him, he probably shouldn't tell anyone. 

D.