My dad did a lot of shopping when I was a kid. He took a disability retirement from the post office when I was 8, and mom got her LPN certificate and went to work full time. So Dad did about 95% of the cooking, too. He had learned in the army, which meant lots of chipped beef on toast, AKA "shit on a shingle," growing up. And nary a week went by without Tuna Helper and Hamburger Helper lending a hand. He was a way better cook than my mom, which is ironic, because my maternal grandmother worked her way up from general kitchen help to head cook at a local country club. ("Cook" because she found the word "chef" tres pretenteuse and would likely haunt my house if I used it)
My father only cooked on weekends - grilled/smoked meats, and Aunt Jemima pancakes every Sunday morning. Any other attempt at cooking was pretty disastrous.
Pretty much every dad on the block was a grillmaster, and they could all whomp up a Sunday breakfast. But my dad was the only guy who did any weeknight cooking. And to his credit, he taught me and my younger brother some basic skills. Came in handy for us later on, that's for sure.
When I was about 15 my brother and I went on a trip with my dad, and at one point we got something that needed to be heated in the oven. He turned it on, stepped back, looked at it as if he was sizing up a wild animal, and asked "Soooo...do you just put your hand in after awhile to check if it's hot?" Had to explain to him no dad, that light will eventually go off when the oven reaches temperature. By then I'd already had experience making things like English muffin pizzas or quesadillas in the oven, but he hadn't even obtained those meager skills. And now I'm the primary cook for my household, so I definitely learned more from mom than dad in that regard.
My dad was a good short order cook who learned from his dad. Back in his drinking days dad would take one of us with him on Saturday afternoons to go to Channel or Rickel to buy home improvement stuff. But it was really a cover to hit the local bars. I knew them all. I'd get a Coke and some quarters for the pinball as he threw a few back.
Oldest bro same way. Ex made all his meals if he didn't get takeout. I asked him to make us bacon one time on vacation and he literally dumped all of it in a pile in a pan. I shoved him out of the way. I cooked for Thanksgiving when we were 1st married and it came out pretty good.
My dad could boil water, but that was about it. One year it was just dad, me and a friend who went to the beach for a week. We divided all the dinner meals between the three of us. One of my dinners was going to be BLTs. My dad really wanted to help. He really thought it was a three-person job, like one person couldn't possibly fry bacon at the same time as cut up the tomatoes. Three of us in this tiny galley kitchen? I had nightmares for weeks... I'm pretty much the househusband in my family. My wife makes the meals when we have company. I do the day-to-day grind meals.
Thank you for posting this. Amazingly I've never heard of Jimmy Herring even though he's played with the Allman Brothers and the Derek Trucks Band. Most excellent.
From an article talking about the origins of Thanksgiving football. This has to be one of the worst captions ever: The Dallas Cowboys' Bob Hayes, pictured in action against the Washington Commanders in Dallas on December 11, 1996 https://www.cnn.com/2022/11/24/us/nfl-football-thanksgiving-history-cec/index.html
Just the fact that they had actual knee pads and a QB facemask on a RB was a dead giveaway it was the early 70s. Millennials!
Man, look at those face masks. I had this on my wall from around second grade to about ninth. It reflects the standings from 1969, with the Vikings as defending NFL champs and the Chiefs as defending AFL and SB champs.
A national rail strike looms. "This could totally cripple the economy", said 1942*^. * and also, President Biden. ^ and also, mainstream news.
That's a real testament to how clean the subways are now compared to the old days. No way you could have done that shuffle step the trombone guy does in the '70s without getting stuck on something.