“…He taught me…
to play pool,
how to throw a baseball,
how to fish,
to drive a golf cart and
how to play cards,
to build my first bird house,
the game of horseshoe.
As we sit on the bench, little may be said, but much is felt,
The feelings of comfort and security surrounded my grandfather.
I watched his work with amazement.
He was a very proud but humble man,
Always modest of his outstanding accomplishments.
He was the first man to teach me to use tools,
Or to show me a rifle.
As we sit here on the bench,
I am too young to realize the impact that this man has and will have on my life…” a poem by Nick at age 13
My son Nick learned many wonderful things from my dad…and has countless loving and lasting memories. As a young girl, I watched my dad’s love of cooking and trying out new recipes and ingredients. His curiosity and desire to learn, his critical thinking skills, creative spirit and flexibility…all helped him in the culinary world. Now recently turned 30, Nick continues to demonstrate many of the same attributes as his grandfather; and also, enjoys a similar love and experimentation in the kitchen!
My dad’s chili is from the 70’s and 80’s …he would sit for hours at his typewriter to record his recipes for a small black notebook. Nick’s White Chili is his latest one from last winter…fortunately, he can store his electronically for sharing.
My dad and my son are true “treasures”!
click on this link for bud's chili recipe
nick’s white bean chili |
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