He Makes A Mean Soup

My dad has retired officially, yet unofficially, from the work world. In September, he retired officially from UPS, but now works for another company when the mood strikes him. The mood strikes him usually about 6:30 am until about 3:00 pm Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursdays! He has to get his head examined. When I retire, I am in bon-bon-ville, poolside with Sven fanning me, while Helga does my toes. Am I missing something? Here is a man, who has worked his whole life, in one form or another, gets to the golden age, can now finally relax, and what does he do, he works. I guess that type of sickness cannot be leached out too quickly or at all sometimes. Oh well, if it makes him happy, keeps him busy and stops him from calling me every 2 minutes, I say go Daddy, go!



Really, I am very grateful for my Dad’s retirement. He does seem much more relaxed and can do more of things he enjoys instead of sitting at a desk all day. Also, this gives him the time to make his wonderful and delicious delicacies. My favorite being his beef soup. And boy, does he make a mean soup. The most recent batch of beef soup was the inaugural event for the new Chantal cast iron soup pot. It was absolutely, melt in your mouth, warm you up inside, stick to your ribs, delicious. One bite and I am 10 years old again, fighting with my brothers for more noodles and seconds. The perfect blend of vegetables and meat. Just like, I remember it, during those endless, cold, snowy, and wonderful Sundays growing up. Mmmm.

Aren’t memories just lovely? The good and the bad. It is funny how one mouthful of soup and I have a smile on my face for the day.

Today, I am, oh so, grateful for my Dad, his retirement, his relaxation and his culinary abilities…

Namaste