Father’s Day 2011

by Michelle Lasley

Michelle Lasley is a mother, wife in Pacific Northwest learning to balance green dreams with budget realities.

June 19, 2011

The first Mother’s Day our family celebrated was doing something my  husband wanted. So, for the first Father’s Day, we did something I wanted. Since those first celebrations, we’ve more or less kept the initiated traditions, although I can’t recall the specifics from those forthcoming celebrations.

This Mother’s Day, we celebrated with friends by doing some low-key grilling with low-key side dishes to make it a low-key Mother’s Day. I think it appealed to both mothers and fathers present, with their respective offspring. So, fittingly, for Father’s Day we headed off again with our friends. This time, we went berry picking. Why? Because it’s strawberry season!

They found a nice farm complete with store and various domesticated animals, making it a quiet reprieve from the city-suburban life we trip between. It was a short drive in the country for a very enjoyable two hours. I think they made a day of it, complete with picnic lunch, but to be true to Father’s Day, we headed home so the father of our house could nap.

Peter even planted the few plants we purchased at the farm store! We now have close to 15 tomato plants, 6 stalks of corn, 4 pepper plants, and three melons. It’s interesting to be on the side of wanting heat so our vegetables will ripen where I usually loath the 90 degree weekends.

We topped off our Father’s Day celebration with roasted potatoes, salad, green beans, and hamburgers — one of my husband’s favorite dishes. I often season my burgers with an organic season salt and Worcestershire sauce, a treat most restaurants don’t live up to. That is, my husband enjoys my burgers so much he doesn’t see a point in eating out. (I continuously tell him it’s so I don’t have to cook.)

The capstone of our evening was a Craig’s List find — 3 scales weighing up to 25lbs for $20. They were accurate within a few ounces, which means they are good enough for taring big boxes of produce.

What did you do for Father’s Day?

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