Living an hour away from my family and friends can sometimes be harrowing. Doug works long and erratic hours. I don't work at all. So, I spend a lot of time alone, or with the dogs. If I lived back in NY, I'd be surrounded by a bevy of family and friends. Instead, simple girlfriend get-togethers require much more planning than ever before - partly due to evolving lives and growing families, still I can't help but believe the added distance is a factor. Family dinners are reduced to mostly holidays and special occasions. For the most part, I'm not complaining. Even with it's occasional pitfalls and difficulties, I love my life. I have a wonderful supportive man who allows me just enough wallowing before lighting a motivational fire under my tush, the time we spend together is filled with love and laughter and when I do get to see my family and friends, it's usually somewhat of a grand event.
There is just one thing that's been eating at me. It's been eating at my father too, but not in the way he'd prefer. It's something he mentions with every new blog post and the physical distance between us is, without a doubt, the culprit. A staunch supporter of my blog, as is the rest of my family, dad loves reading my prose but simply reading the recipes just isn't cutting it. Culinarily challenged, he is a bit gun shy about attempting my recipes but exhibits no hesitation in reminding me (with great regularity) that "dear old dad" has yet to sample my dishes.
However, last December, Doug and I had the pleasure of hosting my parents for a simple dinner. It was a lovely evening and this dish was the star - at least for us carnivores (mom, being pescevegetarian, feasted on a huge salad and some noodles (next time they come for dinner, though, I'm making this)). Dad raved about dinner then, and can now say that he's tasted (at least one of) my recipes. So, dad, this one's for you!