There will always be hot fresh corn tortillas wrapped in pastel tea towels and an enameled clay bowl of steaming tomatillo-scented rice. Awaiting my arrival, Rosie will generously season and toss the fish and shrimp so they will get their branding along with the chilies and scallions on the hot parilla. I get to cut the veggies and pass them to Rosie for grilling. Squeezes of lime on the searing yummies bring clouds of scented steam and the juices flowing to our festive imaginations. I can't wait to hold my youngest, BillieJeanne, who if let go is usually trying to rip the zarape from the table or jump into the parilla.
Life is great.
Wish Nick and Ben were here to enjoy this with all of us, but I know they're off having fun and enjoying life. After the grilled fish, shrimp, rice and veggies have been wrapped in warm tortillas and liberally sauced and eaten, the ice cream dishes licked clean, bellies are full and happy, I scan the table surrounded by contented eaters, look into their eyes and thank God for the opportunity he gave me in being a father and a husband. I love my family. Father's day is everyday for me. All Rights Reserved.