As I mention in an earlier write-up, my Mom is an excellent cook.
And she is one of the wittiest women I know. That's not part of the story here, but it has to be said.
My Dad, while he would be the last to tell you, is a true Craftsman.
On rare occasions growing up, Mom wouldn't be home at dinner time. Maybe there was a PTA meeting, charity to do, choir practice?
Or, maybe, there was a Bunco game going down in Fair Oaks that night!
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On those nights when Mom wasn't cooking my Dad took over the stove.
We loved it!
This is a pretty close version of my favorite meal Dad still cooks for us.
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Polish Sausage and Fry-Marked Potatoes
Four Polish and One Hot Link. Purchased at Taylor's Market.
Yukon Gold.
The sauerkraut and beans are something I added. Or dreamed of.
My Dad has a special knack for putting deep-brown and crisp fry-marks on a potato. You have to leave them alone. It takes discipline. I need to learn that.
Kraut in! And a pour of pilsner.
I can't say if Mom ever won a round of Bunco in her life.
But Dad, Justin, and I never lost.
Here is what was served at Fair Oaks Bunco/Choir Practice. Mom