Comments on: Father’s Day, and All Its Parts

By: Rechelle

Rechelle — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 04:08:12 +0000

GUESS WHAT I JUST HAD FOR DINNER!!!

Brookville!

My mom picked it up on her way across the state.
SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!

I am completely catatonic and will never get off this couch again.

Thanks for all the Paris info. We are going to use every bit of it.

By: Shawna

Shawna — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:35:42 +0000

So sorry for the loss of your father!

If only I had know that you were coming to my hometown! I would have shown you a really good time. Even though we live here in Abilene, we still love to go to the Eisenhower Center. Did you drive around town and see all the neat old houses or stop out at Eisenhower Park? (Might have been too hot for that!) I love Brookville chicken but I REALLY love the creamed corn and the coleslaw! I know there are several recipes on the web for those two items and right now my budget is better served by making them at home.

By: LunaCafe

LunaCafe — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 23:58:10 +0000

Thank you, this is lovely and very very touching.

By: laura @ the shore house

laura @ the shore house — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 22:00:37 +0000

Loverly post. I love the corn story — ha!! Totally something my dad would’ve said. I lost my dad (also an accountant, btw. a few years ago, just days before father’s day. This will always be a not-so-happy time of year for me now as a result. But there will always be the memories…and all the best parts are still with me at the table.

By: Sara @ Culinerapy

Sara @ Culinerapy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 04:18:26 +0000

From drooling over fried chicken to bawling my eyes out in about 3.2 seconds flat. That’s got to be some kind of record. As always, I am filled with your beautiful words. Words strong enough to make me feel like I actually knew your dad a little. That’s something.

By: Jess

Jess — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 00:36:50 +0000

Thank you for this beautiful portrait. Among the many moving words, it was actually that bit about the warm chicken on your lap that I found most stirring. Memory is really something, the way it plays on all of our senses. It sounds to me like your father was, indeed, still very much present at your table.

By: Marilyn

Marilyn — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 02:55:02 +0000

Jayne: you speak from experience, I think. Yes, it’s a bit of a comfort game to see what they saw – but it’s a gift if you can. Take care.

Nella: I agree about those best parts. And you cracked me up with: “failed pies you could eat with a straw.” Mmm. Straw pie.

the boy: I know you loves you some fried chicken. A specialty here in the Midwest US of A, so any time. Your futon awaits!

Lori: thank you. He was a fun guy, was he not?

Sara: lovely to see you here. Isn’t it funny how all forbidden foods are eaten immediately after “I shouldn’t, but?”

By: Sara

Sara — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 18:47:50 +0000

I loved your description of going for a ride with your Dad. The whole post was swell, and my oh my that food! My grandmother-in-law said that very thing to me yesteday after telling me about the corn on the cob she’d enjoyed “I’m not supposed to eat corn but…”

By: Lori

Lori — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 16:25:56 +0000

(another) fabulous post – I loved every word of it.

By: Nella

Nella — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:34:28 +0000

The best parts ARE always with us at the table. Talking about how many tacos the Uncle ate one time, the failed pies you could eat with a straw, and the family stories of those no longer sitting at the table with us.

Exactly why we have family dinners!

Thanks for the great post. N