Friday, October 19, 2012

Happy Birthday Dad

Growing up in Sloss, I'd never heard of an oyster until I was probably 15. My mom cooked them for my dad one Friday evening.
Most of the time we had meat, beans, and/or taters. That was fine with me because it's hard to beat fried chicken, mashed taters, purple-hull peas, and hot buttered cornbread.
But on that Friday we had our usual meal, but mother cooked a small can of oysters which I didn't realize until that evening, was my dad's favorite meal. It was a rare treat for him.
I kept looking at them and he asked if I wanted to try one. My mom assumed, I wouldn't like the taste, but I discovered I loved oysters too.
Fast forward to today -- I had an early interview in Mountain Brook, but I finished before lunch. Jilda had been feeling puny since her treatment Wednesday, but she bounced back today.
I picked her up and we drove to Jasper to Blackrock Grill. It's a small cafe just across the street from the   courthouse. We both ordered Oyster PoBoys.
As we sat there eating and enjoying the ambience, I couldn't help but think of my dad. He passed away in May of 1986, but he would have been 89 this coming Sunday. If he were here today, I know he would have enjoyed an Oyster PoBoy as much as we did.

1 comment:

  1. You've made me quite hungry for fried chicken and mashed potatoes.



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