Father's Day

Sunday started with my man waking me up around 6 am asking if the ice cream was going to be ready. This threw off my whole day making me constantly feel like it was two hours later than it actually was. After I got the ice cream in the freezer, had some coffee, and caught up on my blog posting I started in on the baking.

First I made some lemon blueberry coffee cake to go with the triple chocolate ice cream for Father's Day dessert. Well, actually I cleaned the kitchen first. My future father-in-law was coming over to our house for dinner, so I had to get it presentable. Then I made two loaves of banana bread. Then I made the black current scone mix I picked up a few weeks ago. After baking all that and cleaning up a bit, I took a break and read my book for a while. My man puttered around in the garden and yard.

A while back we had made some pasta dough and put the extra in the freezer. Since the potatoes in the garden weren't ready yet, my man decided to roll out some pasta. He also made some fresh pesto which I turned into a pesto cream sauce. While I was getting ready to cook the pasta, the little one did dishes. My man grilled some fantastic steaks and fire-roasted veggies. I used my new Ikea tray to carry everything out to the patio. We all sat down and enjoyed our first outdoor meal of the season. It was fantastic.

After dinner we enjoyed some cigars and whiskey (amaretto for me) and the good weather. The boys LOVED their father's day dessert, which made me happy. I gave my man a straight-razor shaving kit which he liked a lot. Overall it was quite a pleasant father's day. Except when my future father-in-law asked if I had talked to my dad. I immediately felt like I was going to throw up and barely managed a "no" before my man rescued me with a "she's not a father's girl." It was a strange reaction I wasn't expecting, but oh well.