According to the Dancefreak Almanac, the summer solstice occurred at exactly 11:46 pm, Monday night. For the uncalendar-ed peeps, that’s the day the sun rises the earliest and sets the latest – the longest daylight hours of the year. ;) Since June could quite possibly be the busiest time of the year, thank God for the long days right about now to fit everything in – Father’s Day, my birthday (very important!), graduations, and…and…and. Oh, for fox ache, and weddings, too. Sheesh, will those foul things never cease?!?!
So this past Sunday, all the Delicious family descended upon Fullerton to shower all kinds of love and affection upon Daddy for Father’s Day, and because my Dad is so super sweet, he even shared his day with me, for my birthday! (We’ll just pretend like we didn’t hear everyone else say do it at once so we don’t have to get together twice in one week – LOL!)
Even though it was Father’s Day, and the kids should have done everything for him, it was actually Mom who did most of the cooking preparation. It will always and forever, until Mom is 100 years old and confined to her bed, be that way. Heck, even then she’d probaby have her little bed on wheels so she could roll around the kitchen and do it laying down. She does the cooking, and we “help.” I think Mom still thinks we’re four years old and can’t be trusted with knives and open flames yet.
at least a few made it to the table
As we always do for special occasions, we had galbee. It was incredible, done on the grill outside. It was smoky, charred, and because Mom put kiwi puree in the marinade, the meat just fell apart. That’s not an exaggeration. I was (wo)manning the grill and I was sweating over the grill trying to get the cooked shortribs from the grates to the plates in one piece. *eh* There was a reason I didn’t eat that much galbee at the table. Where do you think all those pieces that broke off went? *sneaky smile with a piece of galbee stuck between my front teeth*
There was so much food I didn’t know what to eat with myself. Bok-eum bahp (Korean style fried rice), all the requisite bahn-chan, kimchee, a salad, and just for me, yes me! Mom made braised flounder (on the gas burner next to the grill outside, of course – you think she’d stink up the house like that?). It’s kind of like eun-dae-goo joh-rim (spicy braised cod), but better. I know, right? *happy sigh* Better than eun-dae-goo joh-rim. I fished a fat piece out of the pot onto my plate and took a bite, but it had a funny texture. O. Mah. Gawd. It was a Mrs. Flounder and I had gotten the roe. *eek!* Mom knows that makes me *shudder* so she swiped it off my plate and replaced it with a nice fishy fleshy piece. Was it to save me from disgust, or was it really because ahl (fish roe) is her favorite? Aw, come on now. She did it for her little princess ;)
there’s is nothing that can’t be grilled-even eggrolls
Jenn made the baby eggrolls. I didn’t know they came that small, but that just meant: less filling! Tastes great! Because there are more uber-thin crispy flaky fried layers. One, two three, four, five…Good gracious, I believe I popped a dozen eggrolls. So? They were tiny! Besides, it’s my birthday.
Fish especially for me for my birthday. Especially for Daddy for Father’s Day, grilled corn on the cob. So what if it’s not exactly Korean? On Thanksgiving, we eat kimchee, and that’s not exactly American. Straight off the grill and without any accessories like butter or salt, still the corn tasted like they had been boiled in syrup – they were that sweet. No wonder Daddy plowed through them!
That was Sunday. Today is…Wednesday? Yeah, I’m still full.
Wednesday. I still have the rest of my birthday week to go! Thank god for that summer solstice. :)
