Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Recipes copied from another blog

I have found two websites definitely worth saving and I thought I’d drop them here, especially since one of my clients asked me about the crock pot meals.
Do all your shopping for the week, freeze the meals and drop them in a crock pot before you leave for work. Dinner is ready when you get home. I’ve done all the recipes and they were all good. Some of them I had to tweak because I don’t like my food quite as spicy or sometimes it needs a little beefing up for the family. I’ll post the tweaks I’ve made sometime in the future.
One pot dinners are amazing. If I don’t have to use more than one pot, bowl or kettle for a dinner on a weeknight, I’m in love. (See the chicken pot pie soup and chicken or beef pot pie recipes if you need clarification!) I’ve not yet tried these, but they look incredible. Again, as I work through the recipes, I’ll post any tweaks I’ve made.
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Posted by  on April 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

Chicken Pot Pie Soup

This soup was the $500 grand prize winner for the Better Homes and Gardens December 2012 contest and it is worth every ounce of its winnings. We make this soup at least twice a month. It’s inexpensive and tasty and, with a few alterations of my own, even my picky son will eat it.
Chicken Pot Pie Soup
  • 1/2 cup chopped carrot
  • 1/2 cup chopped celery
  • 1/3 cup chopped onion
  • 2 cloves garlic
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • 4 cups chicken broth
  • 2 cups cooked, chopped chicken breast
  • 1 16 ounce package of gemelli noodles
  • 1/2 teaspoon seasoned salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon dry mustard
  • 1/8 teaspoon chili powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon curry
  • 1 cup half and half or light cream
  • 1 tablespoon flour
  • 1 cup chopped fresh broccoli
  • 1/3 cup frozen peas
  1. In a large pot, cook carrot, celery, onion and garlic in hot butter 5 minutes until tender. Stir in broth, chicken, noodles and seasonings. Simmer, covered, ten minutes or until noodles are tender.
  2. In a small bowl, whisk together half and half and flour. Add to pot. Add broccoli and peas. Simmer uncovered five minutes until slightly thickened  Spoon into bowls, top with biscuits.
Quick Biscuits
  • 2 cups flour
  • 4 tsp baking powder
  • 4 tsp sugar
  • 1/2 tsp cream of tartar
  • 1/2 cup butter
  • 2/3 cup milk
  1. Preheat oven to 450
  2. Combine flour, baking powder, sugar and cream of tartar. Cut in butter to make coarse crumbs.
  3. Make a well in center and add milk. Using a fork, stir until just moistened.
  4. On a lightly floured surface, gently knead dough until it holds together. Pat into a square, cut into 12 rectangles.
  5. Place one inch apart on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake 10 to 12 minutes until golden.
We serve ours with honey butter and the soup is great reheated.
Recipe written by Beth Seuferer from West Des Moines, Iowa.
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Posted by  on May 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

Simple Summer Spaghetti

Prep: 20 min
Cook: 20 min
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients:
12 oz package dry spaghetti
¼ cup olive oil
5 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
Pinch crushed red pepper
2 cups cut up zucchini
1 cup cut up summer squash
1 cup cut up red bell pepper
2 cups quartered cherry tomatoes
¼ torn fresh basil
½ cup grated Parmesan cheese
½ cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Directions:
  1. Bring a large pot of slated water to boil. Cook until just tender. Drain.
  2. In extra large skillet, combine olive oil, garlic and crushed red pepper. Cook over medium heat about three minutes until garli begins to soften. Do not let garlic brown. Stir in zucchini, squash, red bell pepper, tomatoes and torn basil. Season with salt and pepper.
  3. Reduce heat to low. Heat thoroughly.
  4. Serve spaghetti noodles topped with vegetable mixture and top with a sprinkle of each cheese.
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Posted by  on July 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

Veggie Quesadillas

Ready In: 30 minutes
Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients
juice of 1 lime (around 1/4 cup)
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2-1 teaspoon chipotle powder
1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt (or half as much table salt)
1 clove garlic, peeled and pressed through a garlic press
1 medium zucchini, trimmed, and thinly sliced (1/4 inch) lengthwise
1 red bell pepper, ends sliced off, cored and seeded, and cut into wide strips
1 red onion, peeled and sliced 1/4-inch thick
12 corn tortillas or 8 flour tortillas
1/2 pound grated cheddar or Monterrey jack cheese
a handful of cilantro leaves, washed and dried
sour cream and salsa for serving

Directions
  1. Preheat your grill on high.
  2. Whisk together the lime juice, olive oil, chipotle or paprika, salt, and garlic. Arrange the vegetables in a single layer on a large, rimmed baking sheet, and pour half the dressing over them, turning them to coat the slices evenly.
  3. Turn the grill down to medium-low and roast the veggies, turning them and adjusting the heat as necessary, until they are completely tender, 10-12 minutes. Remove them to a plate, dress with the remainder of the lime juice mixture, and set aside.
  4. Heat a large griddle (or a heavy frying pan) over medium-high heat, and lay half of the tortillas into it (if you’re using a pan, you’ll need to do this in batches). Divide the cheese over them, top with the remaining tortillas, and cook until the bottoms are golden and crisp. Flip them, and cook until the tortillas are crisp and the cheese is melted.
  5. Open the quesadillas and divide the cilantro and grilled veggies among them, cutting the vegetables as necessary to fit, then quarter the quesadillas and serve with sour cream and salsa.

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Posted by  on July 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

Quick Chicken and Dumplings

Ready In: 60 minutes
Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients
4 cups milk
2 bags frozen peas and carrots
4 cups cooked, cubed chicken
4 10.34 ounce cans cream of chicken soup
4 cups Bisquick
1 1/3 cup milk

Directions
  1. Heat 4 cups milk, peas and carrots, chicken and soup to boiling, stirring often.
  2. Stir Bisquick and remaining milk together until soft dough forms.
  3. Drop by spoonfuls onto chicken mixture.
  4. Reduce heat to low.
  5. Cook uncovered over low heat 20 minutes. Cover and cook 20 minutes more.
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Tonight I was totally not paying attention to the time thanks to my car breaking down on the freeway and having to be towed to a repair shop and walk two miles home. I turned around and it was time for my significant other to be home from work and that’s when we eat. I sprung up and flew into the kitchen to start the Hawaiian Delight for dinner. My SO comes in and says it makes her sick when she eats it, the roommate says it makes him sick, too, and my son won’t eat it. That recipe totally comes off the menu. I spring for the next menu option and go for the chicken for our Monterey Chicken. I only have two small chicken breasts in the freezer. LAST DITCH! I grab the two packages of frozen cheese tortellini and slam them down on the stove. I grab a pot of water and the pasta basket and start that heating. I’d already melted the butter in the skillet and peeled the garlic and I didn’t want to waste it. Grabbing the two chicken breasts out of the freezer, I popped it into the microwave to defrost. The garlic went into the butter to brown. The chicken went into the skillet with a lid, cooking on each side for six minutes. The pasta cooked for four minutes. While the chicken cooled, I put some pasta sauce in the skillet with the leftover butter and garlic. It kinda burnt in the pan, so I just mixed it in. Then I put the pasta in and stirred it and the chicken into the sauce.
This is completely, hellaciously delicious. I am totally adding it to the recipe book.
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Posted by  on November 17, 2011 in Uncategorized

Asian Stirfry Chicken and Broccoli

4 tablespoons soy sauce
2 tablespoon black bean sauce
4 teaspoons dark brown sugar
2 tablespoon fresh grated ginger
juice of 2 limes
1/2 cup oil
5 large garlic cloves, finely chopped
2 jalapeno peppers, minced
2 teaspoons ground ginger
2 teaspoons ground coriander
2 pounds boneless skinless chicken breasts, minced
20 ounces frozen broccoli florets, thawed
1 small bunch green onions, finely chopped
2 cups rice (4 cups cooked)
Whisk together the soy sauce, black bean sauce, brown sugar, grated ginger and lime juice in a small bowl and set aside. Heat the oil in a medium skillet over medium-high heat. Add the chopped garlic, minced chili peppers and ground coriander and cook until slightly softened and fragrant, just a couple of minutes. Add the minced chicken and cook until lightly brown and cooked through, using a spoon to break up chicken as you go. Increase the heat to high, add the soy sauce mixture and the broccoli and cook, stirring constantly until the broccoli is hot and the liquids in the pan have slightly reduced. Transfer to a serving bowl, top with sliced green onions and serve over rice. Serves 4-6.
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My Notes:
I picked this up off of the Great Value website and it’s actually pretty good as is. I didn’t mess with this other than double the recipe because we eat a lot of it.
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Posted by  on November 16, 2011 in Uncategorized

Homemade Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese

Ready In: 40 minutes
Yield: 6-8 servings
Ingredients
1 small bunch of basil leaves
½ cup olive oil
1 small yellow onion
1 garlic clove
one large chicken bullion cube, crushed
1 29 ounce can tomato puree
1 quart chicken stock
¼ cup heavy cream
1 loaf Brownberry Natural Health Nut bread
sliced provolone cheese
sliced pepper jack cheese
sliced swiss cheese

Directions
  1. Puree basil, olive oil, onion, garlic and crushed bullion cube in a blender or food processor.
  2. Add mixture to a 6 quart saucepan and heat over medium heat until bubbly and fragrant, only a few minutes.
  3. Add tomato puree and chicken broth. Bring to a simmer. Cook 15 minutes more.
  4. While the soup simmers, place one slice of cheese between bread slices. Cook until golden brown on each side. (brush with olive oil before pan cooking)
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My Notes:
This is my all time personal favorite that I pirated from Randy Snoke of George House Coffee and Tea Co.
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Posted by  on November 15, 2011 in Uncategorized

Coca Cola Chicken and Herbed Potatoes

Prep and cook time about 60 minutes
Makes four servings
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, flattened to 1/4 inch thick
1 12 oz can of Coke
1/4 cup ketchup
1/2 cup honey barbeque sauce
Place all ingredients in a medium saucepan and bring to a boil. Cover and turn heat to medium. Cook for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Uncover and cook and additional 10 minutes until done.
Herbed Potatoes
3 large potatoes
1/2 teaspoon fresh ground pepper
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1/2 teaspoon sage
1/2 teaspoon rosemary
2 tablespoons oil
celery salt to taste
garlic salt to taste
Preheat oven to 450. Cut unpeeled potatoes into 1/4 inch slices. Place the potato slices on well greased shallow baking pan. Brush potato slices with oil and sprinkle the herbs over the top. Bake potatoes for 20 minutes until they are well browned and crisp.
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My Notes:
This recipe takes about an hour all said and done from the slicing to the prep and defrosting the frozen chicken that I like to use since it stores well. Defrost the chicken, wrap in plastic wrap to keep the chicken together while you pound it out, then drop in the pot. I serve these herbed potatoes with a lot of things because they’re just super simple to make and can bake while you do other things.
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Posted by  on November 14, 2011 in Uncategorized

Italian Sausage Rigatoni

Prep and cook time about 60 minutes
Makes four to six servings
19.76 ounce package Mild Italian Sausage, grilled and coin sliced
2 pounds rigatoni
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 minced garlic cloves
1 large red bell pepper, chunked
1 26 ounce jar pasta sauce
Mozzarella and Parmesan cheese for topping
Cook pasta and sausage according to package directions. Keep warm. Saute garlic in olive oil for 30 seconds. Add peppers and cook until tender. Combine sausage with pasta sauce and peppers. Heat until warm. Mix with pasta. Top with shredded cheese.
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My notes:
This works well served with garlic toast and a small salad. It reheats great, so don’t worry if there’s leftovers. It also freezes well so you can make TV dinners. You can drop the pasta down to a pound if you like your pasta super saucy. I like mine a little on the drier side.
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Posted by  on October 31, 2011 in Uncategorized

Lemon Chicken and Noodles

Ready In: 60 minutes
Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients
1 bag frozen chicken tender strips, thawed
1/2 cup flour
2 tablespoons lemon pepper seasoning
12 tablespoons butter, divided
4 tablespoons finely chopped onion
2 cup chicken broth
6 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
2 package wheat egg noodles

Directions
  1. Cook egg noodles according to package directions. Drain and toss with a tablespoon or two of butter.
  2. Mix flour and lemon pepper seasoning together on a plate. Coat chicken with flour mixture.
  3. Melt 4 tablespoons of butter. Cook chicken over medium-high heat until cooked through, browning both sides.
  4. Remove chicken from pan and keep warm.
  5. Add onion and cook until soft, 1-2 minutes.
  6. Add chicken broth and bring to a boil. Scrape up any drippings. Add lemon juice and boil until mixture is reduced by half.
  7. Remove from heat and add remaining butter.
  8. Return chicken to pan and heat through. Serve with egg noodles.

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And now for my notes:
I have found that sauteing the chicken doesn’t always work well for me. I put the chicken in, cook it about 5-8 minutes on one side, turn it and do the same on the other. I keep a lid on it while it’s cooking so the chicken cooks entirely through, the breading stays on the chicken and not necessarily on the bottom of the pan and everyone is happy. Make sure when you add the chicken broth that you use the spoon and mix up your pan drippings into the sauce. It gives it extra flavor and makes the pan a lot easier to clean later. Giant Eagle sells frozen chicken breast tenders that work great for this recipe. I throw them in the microwave to mostly thaw them, bread them and toss them into the pan. Some of the bigger tenders I give a slice lengthwise, but otherwise they’re pretty well ready to go and makes this an easy dinner on busy nights. If you don’t want your sauce to break (separate the butter from the rest of the sauce), make sure you remove the sauce from the burner first. I don’t know why this makes a difference but it does. I know from experience. This recipe gives one good sized meal to each person. When we’re feeling extra hungry, that’s when I whip out the homemade lemon cheesecake. Since I have a growing pre-teen boy, I double the recipe. It makes really good leftovers and reheats well.
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Posted by  on October 30, 2011 in Uncategorized

Very Quick Broccoli Cheese Soup

Prep and cook time about 30 minutes
Makes four cup and a half servings
1 tablespoon butter
1 medium leek, thin sliced
1 small shallot, chopped
2 tablespoons quick mixing flour
2 cups half and half
2 cups vegetable broth
1 head fresh broccoli florets (3-4 cups)
1 carrot, diced
4 cups sharp cheddar cheese, grated
precooked bacon slices
Melt butter in microwave safe casserole dish. Add leek and shallot and microwave on high 1 minute. Stir in flour and microwave 1 minute. Stir in half and half and microwave 1 minute. Add veggie broth, broccoli, and carrot, microwave 10 minutes. Add cheese and stir until melted. Cover and microwave 2 minutes. Top with bacon and serve hot.
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My notes:
This recipe originally came with a pasta and more, but I don’t see why it couldn’t be used with a casserole dish. We eat this with bread to dip in the soup. It’s pretty filling. This doesn’t really reheat all that great since it becomes watery. You’re better off making it fresh more than once and since it really only takes half an hour, you should be good.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day 2015

I have never been a big participant in Father's day other than the yearly text to my dad while he was out fishing and didn't get the text until he had gotten home that evening. For the last two years we've gone for a buy one get one box meal at Raisin' Cane's.

Meet my dad. Funny how most of the pictures I have of him are either at the side or of his butt while he's working on something.

His name is Mike Fulk. He was born September 11, 1952. He lived in Findlay, Ohio most all of his life. He worked in construction as long as I can remember from paving roads to building hospitals and hotels to doing backyard and home improvement projects for friends and family in his very sparse spare time. His pride was in becoming a carpenter like his father before him. My dad has made some of the most incredible woodwork pieces I have ever laid eyes on. He could have charged a fortune for the things that he's done.

One of my favorite memories with my dad was when we reroofed a house in the summer for a friend of dad's. We stripped all the old shingles and replaced them all over the course of the weekend. It was during the re-election campaign for President Bush Sr. and the train clacked past not two blocks from us. He came out on the back of the train to wave at us as the secret service helicopters whirred overhead. That was the same summer I had Rally's for the first time and when I shocked dad's friend when I said I really didn't care what kind of car anyone drove. I was completely unimpressed with his classic Corvette other than I liked the rich sapphire blue of its paint job.

Dad loves to fish. When I was little, he had a wooden boat we used to scrape down every year in January and repaint and seal for the fishing season ahead. I worked with a putty knife scraping the peeling green paint from the sides of the boat. Dad took me out fishing at least once a month, if not more. He even bought me my first pole. A Bill Dance. I was so proud of that little fishing pole. It was black with little yellow rings around each of the tension points and a little thumb cast reel. I was so excited that next morning when we went to Delaware and set out onto the water before it got too hot. I brought that pole back over my shoulder for my first cast, just like we'd practiced the night before with the training lure. Over the shoulder, breathe in and give it a quick flick forward. Behind me, dad calmly but urgently called out "Hold it, hold it, hold it!" When I turned around, I had hooked dad between the thumb and forefinger in the webbing of his hand with my first lure. Dad had to cut the barb off the end of the hook to get it out of his hand. I felt awful. Dad just told me it was all right and to just cast more careful next time. Maybe from the side.

I learned to be more careful casting after that. I was honestly surprised when he didn't get mad or yell louder when he was hooked. He also took the same approach when I was learning to drive, but we'll get to that.

Once I was a little older, however, probably around eight or so, dad bought his first fiberglass bass boat. He fitted it with an Evenrude trolling motor on the front and a powerful motor on the back. It had a little wheel well so he could steer from inside the body of the boat instead of controlling the stick on the motor from the old boat. He loved that boat. It was his pride and joy. That boat could hold four passengers in the folding seats and had two more for the back deck and one for the trolling seat. Not to mention you could sit on the storage units for the fishing poles. Once she was old enough, my sister and I would take the boat out into the front lawn and wash it down after its winter slumber in the barn where we used to house a cow, a couple of pigs and some chickens until I realized the meat in our freezer had been Ronnie, Mickey and Rosebud.

One such afternoon as my sister and I are scrubbing the boat and listening to the new pop station WKXA (that's now a country station), the power went out, the radio went off and I went to the garage to check the fuse box. The fuse in the living room tripped. I flicked it back on and it immediately went back off again. Hm.

When I walked inside, dad was yakking on the phone (seriously, that man was always on the phone) and I gave him a funny look. Sitting beside him on the floor, dad completely oblivious, my little brother, who was maybe only two at the time, had taken the key to my journal and stuck it in the wall outlet. The current had fused the key to the key ring it was on. My brother, of course, was sitting there staring at it in absolute shock, not crying until I started freaking out. Dad was still yakking on the phone. Yak yak yak. Until Tyler started crying. And I had to tell him about the key and the fuse box.

Oblivious father was sometimes oblivious. Most of the time he was good dad. Sometimes he was anti-dad. And then there were times when he was flat out an asshole. No alcohol required.



Every winter dad grew this wooly face fur to protect him from the cold while he was working outside in December and January doing God knows what. A lot of the time he was tearing things down and cleaning things out. Sometimes he would put in 14 and 16 hour days on job sites when they were either behind schedule or were on shutdowns.

I hated shutdowns. Dad was a surly bear. He was tired, he was sore, he came home and wouldn't let me touch him until he went into the laundry room and stripped off the clothing he was wearing at work that day. I remember him telling me he didn't know what all he'd gotten into that day and didn't want me touching it in case it was dangerous.

This coming from the man who never wore face or eye protection and barely wore a hard hat. This also coming from the man whom I watched jump straight off the roof from the house when the ladder fell and we were stranded. Jump, tuck and roll. Like some kind of Redwing boot wearing ninja badass. Like the man who poured the patio and drove stakes for the fencing with a sledgehammer he wielded over his head in long, controlled strokes like the legends of John Henry.

I thought my dad was freaking invincible and could literally do anything. I learned to season food by watching dad in the kitchen. His technique was to open up the pantry and start dumping things in to what you were cooking. Sometimes it turned out awesome, sometimes it turned out really kinda gross, but at least you knew what not to do. I could change my own oil. I could change my own brakes. I could rotate my own tires. All I needed was an afternoon with dad in the garage with the salamander running and the line from the air compressor running through the exhaust hatch so we could use the air ratchet. When I had to make an adobe brick for class, dad brought home clay from the work site. When I needed specialized sets for the musicals I was in, dad built them. When I started making cosplay props, dad made my first EMR for me.

At the time I was pissed, but now I'm really thankful for it.

I don't think I have ever seen my dad wear anything other than plaid shirts and the occasional (very occasional) tee shirt in his life. I found some on clearance for seven bucks and picked up three of them for him because I knew he'd worn out some of his winter ones.

My dad was invincible. He was going to live to a ripe old age until we had to wipe his butt for him. When I bought my first house, my dad was going to help me go through it and spot the things I needed to look out for. He was going to tell me what was wrong with the house and how to negotiate the price. When I finally signed the deal and the key was in my hot little hand, my dad was going to help me fix it up before we moved in.

A year ago in May, my dad called me up to let me know he was going in for some tests because he was having trouble swallowing. The initial x-ray didn't tell them all they needed to know, so they scheduled him for a scope. The biopsy came back positive. Dad was diagnosed with late stage esophageal cancer. They gave him six months to live.

There was no fucking way some sucker punching bitch cancer was going to take my dad out. He was immortal. Still young. He hadn't even made it to retirement age yet! He was going on a trip to Alaska over fourth of July weekend!

We had a cookout that memorial day. Dad really was having trouble swallowing. He had to drink a lot of fluids to wash every bite down and he chewed forever. He said it really hurt every time he had to swallow something, which made him not want to eat. I don't blame him. It looked painful.

He was most disappointed that the trip he'd planned two years for he'd been told he wouldn't be able to do. He wasn't going to be able to go to Alaska. He was crushed. Almost to the point of tears. And my dad didn't cry. He punched things when he was angry or sad. I told him to go and get a second opinion at either the Cleveland Clinic or the James Center in Columbus.

Cleveland Clinic set him up to take his first chemo treatment right before his trip to Alaska. He spent 10 days fishing with two of his best buddies. He brought me back a pair of hematite earrings he said just looked like they should be mine. He didn't even know hematite was my favorite stone. Then again, he could never remember how old I was, either.

Through most of the chemo treatment, dad was doing remarkably well. He wasn't showing most of the signs of hair loss, weakness or frailty that are common with chemo patients. He was coming in for massage to help with the pain in his back. He didn't start losing his hair until his birthday last year. My sister bought him a bunch of clip on mustaches to wear since he hadn't been without one since I was about six.

The cancer started to recede from his esophogus. Dad was able to eat better, although it was still difficult. They were hopeful they were going to beat it back into remission. The doctors were positive and hopeful. Dad was still doing all the things he did before. He laid all the new patio brick in front of the house, tore down the old deck on the back of the house and rebuilt it out of stronger wood and plastic hybrid. They sold off his work truck and he bought a sporty SUV, which surprised the hell out of me. My dad has had a pickup truck as long as I can remember. He and mom went fishing after his chemo treatments he was taking every three weeks. They were going out and doing things, coming down to Columbus to visit. They even came down for me to host Thanksgiving dinner last year.
Dad has always carved the turkey.

He was still good on weight. His energy was good. He was in good spirits. Still doing all the things he did before. Things were good. I saw him in March for my nephew's second birthday. He came home from a gun show he'd gone to with my uncle. While everyone was there, he was same old dad, but once everyone started leaving, dad went back to lie down.

It hit me then that maybe he was pretending to be more okay than he was.

My sister sent me the above picture of my dad working on the boat with my niece in early May. Dad's pants were bagging off of him. My dad's pants always fit him. They never sagged like that.

I got a call from mom that she was taking dad up to the Cleveland Clinic because dad wasn't able to eat at all. Everything he tried to eat he brought back up. He couldn't even keep water down. When he was working on the boat, he tripped over the tongue of the boat and fell. We aren't sure what happened, but obviously something. Cleveland kept him in the hospital for a week. They did another scope. The cancer had filled his stomach, pancreas and esophagus. It was in his throat, in his vocal chords.

When dad came home, he wanted to get all the kids and family together and talk to them. Any time a family meeting is called, it's some seriously bad shit. I went up the Sunday after he got out of the hospital for a visit. I gave dad a massage. Hospital beds are incredibly rough on people. I swear to God they only put a couple pieces of plastic over a stone slab and call it a bed.

Dad had two tumors, one protruding from his neck and the other from his back around his shoulderblade. As I massaged him, I could feel the swollen lymph nodes rolling in his neck and shoulders. The tumors were the size of baseballs and were immovable. The cancer was winning. The extra chemo didn't help. The chemo they put through the port didn't help. The radiation didn't help. Nothing was helping anymore. They weren't going to do any more treatment. The hospital called for Hospice to help dad through the next two to eight weeks and manage his pain and feed him through the feeding tube they put in through his stomach.

He was so thin. He had trouble walking on his own. His stability was questionable. After I gave him his massage, he reclined back in his favorite chair and took a nap for about two hours while we all ate pizza.

The hardest part was when my mom, sister and brother all started blowing up my phone, my roommates phones and my son's phone at six in the morning on June 7th. Dad was in the hospice care unit. He'd fallen and mom couldn't help him get back up again. They called an ambulance to take him in and dad told mom she had to let him go.

I talked to him. I said my goodbyes. I told him I was sorry it was ending this way, but that I would be okay. I told him I was glad he would soon be out of pain and he would no longer be suffering. He told me if I was too upset to drive to stay at home and not endanger anyone. When he talked to my son, he told him not to let me drive if I was too upset.

My son, being the charming child he is, told my dying father that "even though you were kind of an asshole, you were still a pretty good man." My dad laughed. I heard him from across the living room. He told us he loved us and I hung up.

I couldn't go and sit by my dad's bedside while he died. I just couldn't do it. I'm sure dad understood. Mom had both my dad's brother and sister and their family there with her while dad passed. My uncle left church early to come and be with her.

My uncle never leaves church for any reason. Ever.

As I was coming downstairs on Monday for my doctor's appointment, I thought I saw someone standing behind the lamp in my living room. I turned to say something to my son, whom I thought was standing there and there was no one.

By the time I got to the doctor's office, mom called to tell me dad was gone. I'm pretty well convinced it was dad checking in on me one last time before he left. That's why no one was there when I turned around.


This picture was taken during dad's last stay at the Cleveland Clinic ten days before he died. He made it a year and ten days from his initial diagnosis and I consider the extra six months I had with him to be a blessing. If you look at him in this picture, you can tell everything you need to know about him. He was a consummate smartass and despite his tired eyes, the love and life are still there. Arms back behind his head, chilling out in a hospital bed, a smile still on his face despite everything.

When I went up to visit him the day he told us he had 2-8 weeks left to live, a friend of his called to ask if dad would help him install some cabinets in his kitchen. My dad, who had been given a terminal diagnosis, told him as soon as he got some strength back that, yeah, he would be there to help him.

He had two weeks left to live and he was giving of himself to the end. That's my dad. I am more like him than I ever wanted to realize or admit. 

This Father's day, if you are still on good terms with your dad and he's not a toxic piece of shit in your everyday life, please give him a call or, better yet, a hug for me, a thirty-six year old woman sitting at her computer crying like the four year old girl with an ear infection who just wants to warm her ear on her daddy's chest one more time. To hear the steady thump of his heart and the rumble of his voice in his chest as he asked how bad it hurt and if I'd had any Tylenol. To be the fourteen year old girl showing up dad's construction worker buddies by carrying two bales of shingles up a single aluminum ladder to the roof of a two story house like I'd done it all my life. To hear my dad laugh again. To have him irritate and annoy the hell out of me. To be able to tease him about his eyesight getting worse and not being able to see close up without his glasses on. To hear his ringtone on his phone chime again and hear him yak yak yakking away on the phone while he tightened the bolts on some part of the car or another. To not have to sit here staring at the last picture my dad's smiling face as he lay there dying. Smiling.



Happy Father's Day

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

The Passionate Pen Conference

Passionate Pen Conference


This comprehensive weekend event is open
to any unpublished, aspiring writer, blogger, jotter, dotter
and published authors in any genre.
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  Blushing Books and Lazy Day Publishing are hosting a writer's conference in the nation's capital this summer. Come mingle at the Marriott Gateway for four(ish) days of social events and workshop sessions that will surely add something to your arsenal.   Workshop sessions are being developed with your response in mind and will guarantee to be led by one third Blushing Books staff, one third experienced authors, and one third outside professionals.   Registering is easy! Individual registration forms are required from every writer, author, staff, fans, friends, family or otherwise implied interested party for any and all parts of the conference.  

Head over to the Passionate Pen website for the itinerary, lodging or other information.

Contact Bella for questions you still have after perusing the site.
The conference is not only for the authors.

COME ONE, COME ALL

You've been reading them for months, maybe even years.
The Passionate Pen is offering readers and fans the opportunity to meet Blushing Books and Lazy Day authors!
You may also book your room at the Marriott Gateway (if you aren't their slumber party buddy) and stay the whole weekend at the same rate as the authors, with access to the events below.
   
THURSDAY, WELCOME RECEPTION @ 7:00 PM
Be part of the conference opening and welcome reception.
Tickets are $40 and include nibbles and a drink. Registration is required.
SUNDAY, BREAKFAST WITH THE AUTHORS @ 9:00 AM
Sit at a table and eat breakfast with your favourite author, or visit a few tables. Either way, you can be up close and personal. They'll have some pretty lovely bits of swag, too.
Ticket are $40 and includes buffet breakfast. Registration required.

Alrighty then

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