Breakfast at Mom’s

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The last time I was at Mom’s for breakfast I’m sure my father paid. So, it’s been a really long time. I remember coming here when I would go with him to work on the weekend when his Oldsmobile dealership was just down the street on Military Road.

20120909-092702.jpg I ordered the #7 which includes coffee or tea (I love the little coffee carafe set on my table), 2 eggs (I get mine over easy so I can dip my Italian toast into the yoke), ham, bacon or sausage and home fries.

20120909-093158.jpg All this for $5.75. Yum!
One of my most enduring memories is of the table side jukeboxes. Remember those?

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My Dad: The “I’ll Have an Egg” Generation

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Senior Prom 1976!

Here is how it would go:

Sometime in the 1960′s…

Dad: I think I’ll have an egg.

Mom: Okay, how would you like it?

Dad: Fried, over easy…no, soft boil it with toast. Do we have Italian bread?

Mom: No, only whole wheat and Wonder Bread for the kids sandwiches for lunch.

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Dad: Okay, forget the soft boiled. How about scrambled?

Mom: Sure, do you want some bacon? I could make you bacon.

Dad: No, do you have any Italian sausage?

Mom: I do, in the freezer. I could defrost it.

Dad: That would take forever. Do you have any peppers?

Mom: I do. I could cook them up with some potatoes. I’ll scramble the eggs in that. How does that sound?

Dad: That sounds great.

45 minutes later, frying pans, mixing bowls in the sink and a satiated husband, my mother took care of my father because he wanted an egg.

Out of context, this conversation sounds archaic, with my oppressed mother serving her overbearing husband.

It is anything but that. It is the way they were. The roles were clearly defined. My mother cooked the meals for our family. My father had no clue in the kitchen.

He did, however, know his way around the grill. For all of the years I saw my mother cook and bake I never saw her cooking on the grill. Never.

My dad would cook a steak just like they did at John’s Flaming Hearth. http://www.flickr.com/photos/epinym/113551957/
He actually went into the kitchen and asked. I believe it was Lowrey’s Seasoned Salt and onion powder on one side and garlic powder and pepper on the other.

I used to love to go outside and watch him grill and ask him things. Important things like “why do cars come in fancy named colors when it’s really just blue?” or “how can you tell when a dealer has a good hand in blackjack?”

I was telling my friend Joanne about my blog today and she told me a story that mirrors my own:

She and her mom were in a very serious automobile accident almost 30 years ago. Joanne was released from the hospital before her mother who had many surgeries and other complications. About a week before she was potentially going to be released she was in her bed in a coma-like state.

When her father heard she may be released from the hospital by the weekend he said “when she gets home, do you think she’ll make me a pot of sauce?”

In a miracle like curing of the sick, her mom opened her eyes and said “Go to hell!”

Her father’s reply: okay, I guess I’ll just have to go to the Como!

These guys came from a different time.

My father was my illusive hero. He worked tons of hours and fit way more fun into his schedule than my husband can. In dad’s time fathers were not in the delivery room nor expected to call a babysitter when an evening out as a couple occurred.

Dad has been gone for almost 20 years. I sometimes cannot believe it because I can still hear his voice. He was my cheerleader and chief dreamer of dreams. My dad was HUGE long before that guy on TV. He left an enormous footprint.

Happy Father’s Day to all fathers out there.

Blessings also to my husband who gets to celebrate his birthday and Father’s Day the same day!

Have a yummy day!

Jude
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