“My Dad is for sure, Best Chef”

Jun 23rd “My Dad is for sure, Best Chef”

My “DAD” the “Chef”

How many of us can say – My Dad is the best “Chef!”

My Dad worked at some of the best restaurants here in Saint Louis, and he received his basic training in cooking while enlisted in the US Army.

He said that… when he went to see, if he could enlist… as he was not really as old as you were suppose to be… he had to say he was older than he was, because of the TIMES at that TIME… things were really pretty bad here in AMERICA… so he just had to enlist to help out his family in OHIO … and so… my FATHER to be… had the very GOOD LUCK… to have been accepted.

As a little kid – the one thing that I always loved to have to eat, was called a “Floating Island” –

As I remember…a puff of egg-whites whipped up in mounds to look like little islands… sitting on top of a delicious custard.

This was something as a kid – I would rather have than candy.

As much as I have always enjoyed – I never tried to make. My guess is that – if you didn’t know how – you would for sure stand the chance of burning the custard.

So, I just never attempted, but after looking at recipes – I just may try using a new recipe, that I found for the custard and will hope for excellent results.

What always amazed me was that when ever I would ask my Dad about a recipe – he could just tell me the list of ingredients and just how to make that and or any item I was inquiring about – and if he was at “my home” – he would just make what I was asking about – knew all the exact amounts and have everything going – no wasting of time looking up amounts and how or what to do.

It was so much fun for us kids to be seated around the kitchen table and watch “MY DAD” work magic with the food we all liked – and every so often – he would give one us a spoon of something good to lick off – and when he was making candy – he would take turns giving each of us a small amount of candy making in the “testing stage” called the “soft ball ” stage… till it got to the “hard ball” stage and we were the best behaved kids – patiently waiting our turn to test – we would always be ready to be the “tester” – forever!

The “Floating Island” and the taste … that I remember is calling for me to try to make.

No matter what happens – I will have to eat my “mistakes” and or… I’ll be enjoying a real good memory – something that my “DADDY” could make for us, and we would always enjoy and remember forever!

“Floating Islands” and maybe just hopefully… the very exact way, with all of that extra “LOVE” that our “DADDY” would cook for his family and others … so very many delicious meals the way “DAD” made for us… are really what “DREAMS” are made of… delicious memories!