My poor Dad was outnumbered. Four daughters, and he didn’t get to name any of us Brian Scott. But he had a good sense of humor about it–in the early ‘80s he said he wished he would’ve purchased stock in Kotex.
After working all day at Mare Island Naval Shipyard (which by the way was a prerequisite for men living in Vallejo) he’d come home, play monster with us for a little while, and then retire to the couch to watch Star Trek. He invented adorable nicknames for all of us: Tracy was Tracy Benacy, I was Lise Benise, Coleen was Coleenie Boleenie, and Melissa was Poodle Poodle Punkin Noodle. I’m fairly certain these names came about after a few Oly’s* on Pool Night with the guys in our garage–or it was just the result of being the victim of a family nickname himself. His given name is Donald Lee, but it was affectionately reduced to “Donalee” by relatives–apparently it took way too long to say Donald Lee.
One thing Dad could look forward to after a hard day at work was one of Mom’s meals. See, sometimes when we were pushing Spam casserole around on our plate, Dad was enjoying a cube steak or some other second-class piece of meat. He was the bread winner, and Mom made sure his queasy stomach didn’t suffer too much.
Dad made a few specialty dishes himself. Fried Egg Sandwiches with Miracle Whip comes to mind. Peanut Butter and Miracle Whip Sandwiches also come to mind, along with the bile rising in my throat. But Dad usually reserved his culinary skills for outdoor BBQ’s or camping. Each camping trip usually featured Beer Pancakes by Dad. These are a big hit. The problem is making sure there is some beer left over in the morning for them.
Donalee’s Beer Pancakes Ingredients:
These are pretty simple…any Dad should be able to handle it. Just substitute beer for the water or milk in the directions for your Pancake Mix. Fry up the pancake batter on a griddle. Serve them up and watch the little kids pretend to be drunk.
* Oly = Nickname for Olympia Beer