Today has been a weird day.
Today is my Dad's 93rd birthday. It's also the anniversary of his death, nearly a decade ago.
Every year, on this day, I get up extra early and start cooking my Dad's favorite meal, posole. It's basically hominy, with pork, and red chili. It's not hard to make, just time consuming.
I cook the posole and take it to my Mom's so I can help her with the chili part. My Mom is 92.
I miss my Dad, a lot, and I had a waking dream about him. Ever since he died, I've had vivid dreams about him - dreams when he was young and healthy. This time was no different. The dream was about him cooking, like he used to do for the holidays. I don't remember what was said, if anything, but I remember an extra plate on the table.
When I woke up, I felt good about the day.
We got done cooking, for the most, part by 1pm. The rest of the time cooking is just simmering, stirring occasionally.
As usual, I take my mom to the cemetery in the late afternoon and we usually leave a can of beer on the headstone. My Mom brought an extra can, so as she said, "he can have a beer with somebody". There was a nickel and dime on his headstone when we got there. My was a Korean era Vet,
We get home, and start simmering again, adding a few spices, and getting the tortillas warmed.
And just when we start eating, I get a call from my Aunt from Texas. My Dad's youngest brother passed away this morning.
Out of the 11 bothers and sisters, she's the only one left.
The best/strage part of today, my mom and I finally got the recipe just right. The posole tastes just like his! Until today, it was always missing something...
Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you and miss you!
Today is my Dad's 93rd birthday. It's also the anniversary of his death, nearly a decade ago.
Every year, on this day, I get up extra early and start cooking my Dad's favorite meal, posole. It's basically hominy, with pork, and red chili. It's not hard to make, just time consuming.
I cook the posole and take it to my Mom's so I can help her with the chili part. My Mom is 92.
I miss my Dad, a lot, and I had a waking dream about him. Ever since he died, I've had vivid dreams about him - dreams when he was young and healthy. This time was no different. The dream was about him cooking, like he used to do for the holidays. I don't remember what was said, if anything, but I remember an extra plate on the table.
When I woke up, I felt good about the day.
We got done cooking, for the most, part by 1pm. The rest of the time cooking is just simmering, stirring occasionally.
As usual, I take my mom to the cemetery in the late afternoon and we usually leave a can of beer on the headstone. My Mom brought an extra can, so as she said, "he can have a beer with somebody". There was a nickel and dime on his headstone when we got there. My was a Korean era Vet,
We get home, and start simmering again, adding a few spices, and getting the tortillas warmed.
And just when we start eating, I get a call from my Aunt from Texas. My Dad's youngest brother passed away this morning.
Out of the 11 bothers and sisters, she's the only one left.
The best/strage part of today, my mom and I finally got the recipe just right. The posole tastes just like his! Until today, it was always missing something...
Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you and miss you!
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