Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The amazing baked potato

When Eric and I went on one of our date nights a few weeks ago, we had a really great discussion about some of our favorite childhood memories. It was so difficult for me to choose just one since it seems there are thousands that run through my mind. Eric thought it was really funny when I shared the one I chose - my dad's baked potatoes. Yes, one of my favorite childhood memories is all about spuds.

I'm not sure what it is that makes me remember this so well. I just remember always thinking that my dad's baked potatoes were the best thing on the planet. It's probably because it's something that was quick and easy so it was made often (both of my parents worked very hard, so quick meals were essential). But I do find it amusing that it has actually become a childhood memory of mine.

Why am I blogging about my dad's baked potatoes? It's because I discovered a few nights ago that both of my children love baked potatoes. Absolutely love them. As I was preparing it for them, I started thinking about my dad and how much I enjoyed my childhood. I think the baked potatoes are just a symbol to me of how much he loved and nurtured me. He worked so hard in his career and was not home a lot of the time - but somehow, I don't even have memories of him not being there. I feel like he was always there, which just proves what an incredible father he was. There are so many people in the world who are not blessed with a good father. I was blessed with an amazing father.

Until the day I die, I will always think of him when I make such a simple dinner - a baked potato.

1 comment:

  1. Can you bring me a baked potato with everything on it? LOL. That sounds amazing. The only thing that sounds better, actually, is a twice-baked potato! :) The best food is when it reminds us of someone. :)