Mar 23 2023
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Dad’s birthday fell on a Friday this year, so we all got together for a dinner in his honor at Rio’s house.
Megan had just acquired a car which is almost the twin of mine, much like we are almost twins, born 9 years and 9 days apart. They are both Mazda 3s, but mine is red and hers is white. Mine is the Grand Touring edition, so like me, it is fancier. I have a rear windshield wiper, which I have wanted for a long time, and hers doesn’t. They are about a year apart. Mine is newer but has more miles. But we are both driving Mazdas these days. This is the first time I have owned a car that was not a Ford. Sorry, America!
The trip to Rio’s for Dad’s birthday dinner was the first time I had been in Megan’s new (to her) car, and it was very nice. We both like driving these cars.
It only seemed appropriate that we cook Dad’s birthday dinner from his cookbook, complete with drawings he made:
We made chicken pilau, and served it with salad:
Megan made bruschetta as an appetizer, with peppers my siblings grew and preserved last summer. These were topped with fresh basil and Parmesan:
We had cider we pressed last fall. This batch had some of our home-grown raspberries in it:
We gave the traditional toast to Dad: “The old man wasn’t so bad!” with much love and happy memories.
Jonathan made a pie from raspberries grown at the family estate and frozen for occasions like this. It was a taste of summer in what still felt like winter:
It was a wonderful, home-grown celebration.
We love you and miss you, Dad. Always.
A YEAR AGO: It was much more spring-like than it is this year!
FIVE YEARS AGO: Spring was wintery. I always say, March is the secret winter month no-one talks about.
TEN YEARS AGO: The woes of country traffic.
TWENTY YEARS AGO: Celebrating spring, Suzy-style.
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