Saturday, January 26, 2008

Sick time.

Boys,

             Being sick is never a good thing. Your head hurts, you don't feel good,your stomach is in knots, you have a fever and you have to take care of your kids. As a word of advise; as much as you need your quiet time to get better your kids need their dad. Be there for them. They don't quite get the idea that some one else being ill. Explain and try to help them in their tasks and home work. Just go a little slower. Don't be afraid to ask your kids for help in doing things in the house. They are willing to help more often than you think. Serve them up the same chicken soup that your having, let them watch you take medicine and explain that it is not candy. I think that all helps when they get sick.
Treat you kids like you want to be treated when they are sick. Treat them with compassion. A little Ginger ale and a kiss on the forehead go a long way. Pack the kids on the sofa with blankets and stuffed animals. Let them watch the TV and chill. Remember that a bath will also take care of that sick feeling as well. Let them color and sing. Hold them while they sleep and take their temps while the sleep. In short love them even more.
             If things get squirrelly do not Panic. God I remember when you had the croup and I had never seen it. I read up on it after talking with a doc on the phone. I sat in the bathroom with the shower going full blast to steam up the room. That took care of it after about a half hour. Do not Panic. All that does is stir things up in the kids, spouse and whom ever else is there. 
This all sounds like common sense, but you would be surprised on how many people just do not have it.  Take your sick days when you have them. Don't be a hero and go to work sick. No one wants you there. 

With Love Dad.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Just add fire....

Cooking is an art form. You might be saying .... "Women belong in the kitchen". You would be dead wrong. Any one with a sense of flavor and excitement belongs in the kitchen. Sure you eat for many different reasons. The first one is for sustenance; to keep you alive. The next is to satisfy flavor. Boredom is a bad reason, but I find the biggest reason to cook is to be social.
The meal and cooking its self is a social act. Pack animals eat together. People feel funny when they eat alone. The best meals are meals shared. To break bread with some one is to share your food and home with some one.  I started by learning how to grill over a charcoal flame. The raw mixing of fire and meat and a touch of spice. This was my stepping stone for cooking.  My dad taught me one basic recipe that is a classic and yet can be custom tailored to your taste buds. I love it, my friends love it and all have taken it and made it their own. 

The best place to buy Arrachera is a Mexican market. They will usually have it ready for you to grill or at least know what you want right away. Order about a pound per person that is going to show (half for kids). Have them open it up for you (butterfly). The butcher will also trim off excess fat and run it through the tenderizer machine for you (twice).  From there its up to you; Marinade it in bear, lime juice, orange juice, chipotle sauce, lemon pepper, salt and garlic. Add any or all. The amounts are up to you. So experiment and see what works for you. I try to let it soak for at least 3 hours. Fire up the grill and cook over direct flame.  Its thin so it will cook fairly quickly. Warm some tortillas on the fire and enjoy. I'll tell you it beats your regular burgers and dogs every time.

  • Arrachera 3 lbs (skirt steak)
  • 1 beer (The cheap stuff works here)
  • Juice of three limes
  • Garlic power
  • 1 can of chipotle sauce
  • Course salt and pepper

Drop it all in a plastic bag and let it sit in the fridge for at least 1 hour. Cook and enjoy. If you want you can add lettuce, salsa and what ever floats your boat. Personally I just like salsa and a touch of lime.

I hope that this is your first step in enjoying and making real food. Your friends will love you for it. Sit, laugh, crack open a beer and enjoy. From here it only gets better. The world will melt away as you enjoy a good meal with a friend.

There are many many other foods from other parts of the world. I hope and pray that you get the chance to try them all. From pickled eggs and garlic crab to a prosciutto sandwich and bone soup.  Food is what binds us all together as people.  Eat drink and enjoy.

 

With Love ,

Dad

Monday, January 7, 2008

No thanks needed...


Boys,

Some times its the things that go unthanked that make a big difference in some ones life. Take an extra five minutes and shovel a neighbors walk way, brush the show off some ones car, hold a door for the next person. Some times its just a smile and a "good morning" to a stranger. Its not about paying it forward or anything like that its just about being nice to some one you don't know. Its about being part of the community. Its about being part of something bigger than just you.
Your grandfather told me once "Don't be afraid about give some one the shirt off your back, Just don't let any one take it from you". In my life I think I have changed no less than 4-5 tire for strangers, jumped a few dozen cars, drop a few lit flares for people that "didn't need help",bought a homeless man soup, made a dozen 911 calls to report an accident and once stopped a man from beating his girl friend. Each one I expected nothing. If I got a "Thank You" that was my own treasure. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling on the inside. Always be wary of what you are doing and weigh the consequence of your actions. Make sure in what ever you are doing you are not being duped. I guess thats my own paranoia talking....
I'm not asking you to run in to a burning building to save a cat. I'm just asking you boys to look out for more than just your selves. Be the stand up guy. A hero does not always need to wear a cape. Only a few men could wear a cape and get away with it; Elvis, Evel Kinevil, James Brown and Libarace. Thats a different story and I promise to tell you about them later.



Love,
Dad.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

First letter


Boys,

This is the first letter of many on how to become a man. There are many many lessons on this subject from many many many people. None are 100% right and a few are 100% wrong. I'll do my best to guide you along the best I can. In lessons that I was given and along with things I have learned along the way. Things that my father and uncle have taught me, Things that my mother and aunts have taught me, Things that your mom and girlfriends have taught me,Things that friends have taught me,Things that God has shown me and Things that the world has told me. Again these are just some of many many sources of vital information on becoming a man. Please forgive the writing as you probably already know I am no writer , in truth I'm just an ordinary guy who was blessed to have you two as sons. So I will try my best to give you one of the only things that i have to give you that will not be taxed; a few lessons in life.

With love.
Dad