I can’t really celebrate Father’s Day. I didn’t find out who my Dad was until I was in my early twenties, and 10 months earlier he sadly died. It’s been a tough 18 months coming to terms with this and it’s safe to say that Father’s Day isn’t my favourite day of the year.
Naturally, I can’t help but think what it would have been like to meet him… I’ve seen pictures of him, but that doesn’t give me any idea of his voice and mannerisms – I’d love to know if I have any quirks like him. I also can’t help thinking what I would cook for him, should he have been around long enough for him to visit me in Sheffield. This is easy when I think of my Mum (who’s also no longer with us), as I knew her so well… lasagna or meat and two veg – easy! When I think about the food my Dad loved… I really don’t know – I literally know this little about the man who helped make me. Does he love the same foods as me? Who knows? I can only assume he had a sweet tooth as he had two sugars in his tea – just like me. I don’t know – I would have probably played it safe and made a pie, and an apple crumble for pudding, I think he would have liked that.
So yea, this blog post isn’t much about food – but some sort of acknowledgement of Father’s Day… and why I’m not blogging about what I’ve cooked for my Dad or where I’ve taken him. I don’t celebrate it – simple. And I don’t really like cooking or eating today… what else can I say? It doesn’t feel right to blog about food and pretent to be really happy – when I feel really sad. It’s a daily food blog – I’m going to have days like this from time to time.
Now – I’m off to veg out in my PJs for the rest of the day, until Father’s Day is over!
Hayley Jayne xx