Food Glorious Food

This was taken last year, December 2007 at Subway in West Valley City, UT.

Poor Dad. For the last couple of years, no matter what wonderful food you mentioned to him, he didn't really fancy anything. He always used to love food and was always grateful for whatever was made or bought for him. He would tell us anything he ate just tasted like lead. (With my cooking, I wasn't surprised :) This particular day, he said he could eat a sandwich and Subway is just the place for that.

Dad's favorite food was stew and dumplings. He would often tell me how much he loved his Mother's stew and dumplings. He said he missed that and how he was glad he had married somebody who could cook good food.

Dad used to ask me if I would make stew and dumplings when he was visiting us. I told him the stew would be no problem but that we couldn't get dumplings. (Those are the best part of it).
He loved to eat jam/jelly sandwiches and I used to roll my eyes when I saw him first spread butter and then jam on his bread. He loved fish and chips, roast beef and yorkshire puddings and most desserts. He loved pastries and would always ask if we had any cream pies. I have to admit, I do miss the British pastries. You just cannot find anything good like that here in the US.
He loved pork pies and I will always remember him eating bowls of porridge. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day", he would always tell me (as I don't eat breakfast).

It was so sad to see him not enjoy his food as he once did. He used to have to eat little and often due to some surgeries he had had on his stomach in previous years. He was always happy to eat whatever everybody else wanted.

Up until a couple of years ago, he would fast (as part of his religion) and always did so without a murmur. He was a very good example of that and even felt guilty that he couldn't do it no longer when he got ill. He would always say, "Sorry I have to eat when I should be fasting, I wish I didn't have to."

Whilst on the subject of food, whenever he would see a beggar in the street, he would always go over to them. He didn't always like to give them money as he was always concerned they would just spend it on alcohol or cigarettes. Many many times, I would see him take a beggar into a bakery and buy them a sandwich and a drink. He always had a good heart. Always looked out for others and their well being and always felt good for doing so.

Desserts spelled backwards is STRESSED and that is exactly how I feel just now. I might just eat some chocolate as chocolate always makes you feel better. (As long as it is Cadbury's :)

"We love you Dad"