I had some hard news last weekend. My father had passed away. Normally I don’t like to use my blog to express my personal issues however in this case I feel it’s appropriate. My father is one of the huge reasons I love cooking and food as much as I do. He was a fantastic cook, as is my mother, so I was always surrounded with inspiration and delicious food. My father didn’t express himself well but I believed he showed his love through cooking for people and feeding them well.
Most of my fond memories of my father revolve around food. My mother used to say he could make something out of nothing and it was true. He loved anything rich in cream and fat and flavour which is in essence every kids dream. Whenever we went out to eat, he would always complain he could have done a better job and the truth was he probably could have. He instilled in me an obsession with real mayo, cream and butter. While most of the food I remember him cooking was not vegetarian he taught me to be creative in the kitchen. For example I remember him making a beef stew with peas and carrots and pouring it over homemade french fries, this was before poutine hit the Maritimes if you can imagine.
I remember on my visits to him in Massachusetts he loved a particular Italian sub shop where everything was homemade, including the bread and the mayo. I also remember him waking up early and taking me to a Portuguese bakery to get the freshest breads and sticky sweets. Whenever my sisters and I would visit one of the first things we would do is go to the grocery store and he would fill up on everything decadent. I don’t know if I expressed this before but due to my parents finesse in the kitchen and love of food I was a fat kid.
My father was milk obsessed. He would drink it until it made him sick which I cannot do. Ice cream was another huge one, he used to go on and on about hot fudge sauce, and how much he loved sundaes and frappes(milkshakes). One thing I never caught on to was his love of Limburger cheese, it smells like arse and tastes just as bad.
Where ever he is I hope he is smiling, listening to Cat Stevens, having a drink and eating some damn good food.