Dad’s Day

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Table ready with designated dishes waiting to be filled

Today is Father’s Day and the day before yesterday was the eldest grandson Daniel’s thirty-ninth  birthday, so we had a special family gathering and special meal on Saturday.

Any good meal requires good planning by an expert planner.  Especially, this meal.  West African Ground Nut Stew is a favorite of the family, and Rachel is the grand chef who masters it all.

HALF THE TABLE SPREAD

HALF THE TABLE SPREAD

The menu calls for white rice, a broth made of meat and peanut butter, with a choice of added spices with a choice of condiments such as shredded lettuce, grated cheese, diced hard boiled eggs, green and  ripe olives, diced tomatoes,  shredded coconut, peanuts, etc.

MY PLATE FILLED

MY PLATE FILLED

A well-constructed plate begins with rice  covered with the meat and peanut broth and with choice of condiments over all.  Here is my plate.  I topped my condiments with a bit more broth.  Chulula and other hot spices were  available for those who wanted them.  Also home-made garden-mint and lemon tea.

There were fifteen of us around the long table.  Rachel, Eldon, and Khalid; Daniel, (Angela was absent for testing related to possible thyroid cancer) Samantha, and JoLee;  Phil, Amy and Ethan from Denver; Conrad, Diana, and Zach;  “Joy” and me.

THE FAMILY AT ATTENTION

THE FAMILY AT ATTENTION

“Joy” considers us a fun family.  Dan’s birthday and the day honoring the five fathers present produced a variety of fun cards.  One of them from the family was aimed at me.  On the face it declared:  Grandpas are like “Elder Statesman.”  They know all about family Politics/ How to work within the system/and what it takes to get things done. When I opened the card the music began and the family stood as one and saluted.  Inside the card declared, “If grandpas were elected you’d get my vote!  Happy Father’s Day.”

The meal was topped off by three pies purchased by Angela for our enjoyment in her absence:  peach, cherry, and peanut butter cream.  We missed her!

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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