Happy Fathers Day to my brother, my cousins, and my other brothers, from other mothers, who are Dads. This Sunday, with the US Open @ Bethpage Black, always reminds me of the Sundays my old man & I would spend, later in his life, watching and or talking Golf. And on rare occasions, we got to play. The Links Course at Key Biscayne, FLA was one great day. At 75 years old, he loaded up his his 200 year old golf clubs and drove to South Florida from The Commonwealth of Massachusetts. My golfing buddies that day were amazed to see this old man, with hickory shafted clubs, step up to the ball with no waggle, no checking of the wind, no bullshit theatrics, chuck his horn-rimmed glasses to the grass, and THWACK!!!- straight down the heart, 175 yards, every friggin time. Poor guy never really learned how to putt, or just didn't give a shit, so he didn't score well, and @ 75 years old, the sun and heat beat him down by the 9th or 10th hole, so, we did what he and I often did in that scenario: he relaxed with a cold beer. Dead almost 12 years now, but the day is embedded in my memory banks as one of my favorite.
On to the food portion of the blog:
There is none!! We are closed on Sundays, but last night I did enjoy a bag of the new Cape Cod Chips Parmesan Garlic flavor, and I'll tell ya' this: Spectacular bag of chips. I find if you pair it with a Sam Adams Summer Ale, perhaps a nice 2007, the matchup is perfect.
Until next time,
Eat well, drink in moderation, and Love yourself.
Chef Bighead