Welcome to a regular post that’s usually called “What’s Jay Eating?” You may remember me telling you that all of us go up to my Dad’s place on Tenmile Lake for the Fourth of July weekend. That’s what we all did a few weeks ago. It’s lots of fun–the lake, games, poker, food, beer, ATV’s and what not. There’s a few campground areas on the property where we all camp out. There’s also a boat dock where we hang out and the guys try to catch fish. Why Jay fishes, I’ll never know. He hates fish. I guess it’s a guy thing. We all eat our meals up at the house. Most of those meals consist of hamburger or some other meat. I’m not a huge meat eater—don’t get me wrong, I love the taste of most meat, I just try not to eat too much for health reasons. But the breakfasts. Yum. There’s always lots of eggs, potatoes and your basic breakfast meats—bacon, ham or sausage. This is when I indulge in the meats.
On our first morning I came in to the kitchen to find my Dad making this:
See, his dog Cocoa was recently diagnosed with diabetes and she needs a special diet now. This dish consisted of some fancy-schmancy dog food, served up with some broiled chicken breast—all smashed together. But that’s not too scary. What’s scary is the green pitcher he’s using: (Flashback: Powdered Milk) Yes, after 40 years my Dad still has that pitcher. Poor Cocoa. Well at least that wasn’t the end of the infamous pineapple juice inside that green pitcher. It was just homemade chicken broth. My Dad poured that chicken broth over the mixture and Cocoa was eating like a queen. While Cocoa scarfed that up, here’s what Jay ate:
That’s a bowl of oatmeal that he threw some bacon in. I guess that is either completely disgusting or a morning serving of heaven. And here’s Jay eating it, just to show you I don’t make this stuff up.
What’s that fancy walking stick there with him? More about that later… Not to be outdone, Papa Don made his own concoction later that day. I have to wonder, is this where Jay learned his culinary talents? My Dad served up strawberry shortcake for everyone, except me, I hate strawberries. Yes, I’m weird, whatever…more strawberries for everyone else I say. But Papa Don made his strawberry shortcake fancy. He started with the poundcake, then added his strawberries. Then I think he followed Jay’s lead by scooping chocolate ice cream on top. But then things got out of control. He poured milk into the dish to “soak up into the cake” he said. Soggy cake? “Get thee away Satan!”
And again, just to prove I don’t make this stuff up:
That’s Papa Don eating his soggy strawberry shortcake. There’s almost nothing worse than soggy cake or bread. Just me? Regardless, my Dad and Jay were having fun with their disgusting food concoctions until THIS happened:
That’s Jay’s foot with its fancy new bruise. He got into a fight with his dirt bike and ended up hobbling around in pain the whole weekend. When we finally made it home, we visited the hospital. Yes, we spent the actual Fourth of July in the emergency room:
Jay’s pretty grumpy in this picture. At least nothing was broken. Just badly sprained. And I’m talking about Jay’s ego. It could’ve been worse. And I mean that literally. Here’s the view out of the emergency room window that day. Someone in there that day was certainly pretty unhappy about spending the Fourth of July in the emergency room, only to finally get out of there and try to remember where they parked their car:
I can’t even imagine being in the hospital and then going out to discover your car incinerated. Glad he didn’t break his foot, it looks painful enough. Bacon in oatmeal. . . I think #5 would be appalled. Won’t someone please think of the bacon?
I thought of #5 as I wrote this, and even wanted to link to one of the famous bacon posts of yours…I just couldn’t find the right one!
Sorry, bacon on oatmeal IS disgusting but the strawberry soggy shortcake works for me!
Hey Teresa, don’t encourage my Dad. 🙂
Daughter, Stop using pictures of some old wrinkled man and use pictures of your handsome dad! PS, the bacon needs a dash of the “main ingredient”!
I don’t see any old wrinkled man! But I can certainly find some more pics of my handsome Dad. 🙂
My god Don, you look almost the same as the last time I saw you (ten years ago). Still vacationing in Yuma? Reno Deano
I have to say, apart from the dog’s meal, this all looked pretty good to me. I LOVE strawberry shortcake, but I choose to soak my shortcake or poundcake with strawberry juice. Soggy cake can be divine, you know. Have you ever tried a tres leche cake? You should make one for your dear dad since he likes milky cake.
Hope Jay’s foot is mending nicely.
Yep, I guess I’m outnumbered in the soggy bread/cake department! Jay is all better. Glad to hear from you momfog!
I’m strictly “NO SOGGY BREAD.” Yuck. I’m happy to have time to read some blogs again. I missed it terribly!
So, i totally poured some of that crazy chicken broth stuff phyllis made in my cup while we were there (thinking it was lemonade…unusually warm lemonade at that..it wasn’t) then i find out later my mom did the same thing….except she actually drank it….glad i have the common sense to sniff peculiar things before putting them in my mouth! : )
LOL! Ewww, warm chicken broth. I’m glad you didn’t drink it. Too bad your Mom did…
p.s. im with you aunt lisa on the whole soggy cake deal!
That’s my girl. 😉