The plan was in place…
I set my alarm for 6am (a hideous time to wake up on a Sunday). It hurt, but I was a woman on a mission.
I got my work done, dressed for the day, woke my still sleeping kids up and we stumbled to the car. We drove forty minutes to get to our destination this Father’s Day morning. We were headed to Mezzapica in Sydney’s Leichhardt. I had placed order for my dad’s favourite Italian pastry. It’s hard to get. Not many people know how to make them properly and the ones you can buy frozen and imported form Italy just aren’t the same.
We used to have a local cafe supplied them but they’d closed.
It had been months since my dad had eaten a good one.
I picked up the order, ignoring the complaints of my children (where are we, why are we here, can we go home…). The box was filled with still-warm sfogliatelli.
My dad has always been really fit and healthy but he is getting so fussy with his food. He goes off particular foods for months at a time and eats the same things each week. He hardly ever snacks, but if there’s a sfogliatelle in front of him he can’t help himself.
Today he ate three.
In each family there is a food that is a tradition, that reminds them of their childhood and for which their family is famous. As you can see from the food pic at the top of this post, we have lots and lots of favourites. I made the cinnamon cheesecake with fresh ricotta, mum made the torte and the almond biscuits and I picked up the cannoli’s when I bought the sfogliatelle.
Today for Father’s Day we ate and we ate and we ate and it was so much fun. We all have leftovers for dinner tonight and desserts for breakfast the next day and we spend the whole day in one room eating, drinking, talking and playing with the kids.
Sadly my husband had to work today. I know lots of families who have dads who have worked on Father’s Day. We just do what we’ve gotta do.
My children didn’t get to wake their dad up and give him his gifts but we still had a fabulous day. Tonight we’ll do our own celebration.
Thankfully my husband loves several foods and his only tradition when it comes to food is eating as much of everything as he possibly can. Well honey, happy Father’s Day and here’s my mum’s pasta and several desserts for your enjoyment.
Food and family…they go hand-in-hand. And I love it. I love it all.
How did you celebrate Father’s Day today?