He passed away in January of 2007, but I still think of him everyday. Most of my fondest memories with Pap involve food:
- The cookie tin in his living room that was never off limits
- Sharing Klondike Bars - I ate the chocolate, he ate the ice cream
- Eating olives while walking around downtown with him, but secretly spitting out the purple ones! Later when he spent time in a nursing home I'd bring him olives when I visited, and shortly after he passed away I'd tear up at the olive bar in the grocery store (I still do some times).
- Thinking he was crazy for scraping the salt off of a soft pretzel and eating tomatoes right out of the garden like an apple (I've since gotten over my hatred for both purple olives and tomatoes!)
- Eating the biggest crab legs you've ever seen in California at Uncle Joey's house
- He loved chocolate and preferred it because "You can't see the dirt!"
- His room was always stocked with secret snacks: Pringles, Bugles, nuts, etc.
- Pap and my Dad (his son-in-law) both share a birthday, September 19, and also were forced to celebrate Father's Day together. Both holidays always involved seafood fests which stunk up the house and/or cabin!
- Eating calamari - another sharing experience, I'd eat the rings and he took care of the (yucky!) legs.
- There's a certain place in Pittsburgh that sold tripe (cow's stomach) and we'd always pick it up and he'd eat it in the car, gross! The smell would make me want to hang my head out the window like a dog! He always tried to get me to try some but I never did.
- He had a fig tree in his yard and I was always dying to get my hands on them as a kid. He'd tell me "they'll be ready when it's time to go back to school!"
So, fast forward to this week: what would have been Pap's 88th birthday. Drinking in his honor is dumb, the man drank 1 beer a year. So I honored him with a good, Italian meal: Italian turkey sausage with onions and polenta - and my favorite dessert ever - cannoli. Happy Birthday, Pap!
|Turkey Italian Sausage & Polenta|
|Pap & Me|