Don't know how or why I get e-mails like this, but this one arrived today and I thought readers might get a kick out of it. Now we know what Doug's been doing on vacation. What I can't figure out, though, is why no mention of Nancy? My Dad and Mud always shared the cooking, but when I've been at the Wilsons for a meal...
Doug talked while Nancy cooked. Maybe their idea of relaxing on vacation is role-reversals? Sounds Dougish, doesn't it—picture him in an apron.
Every year when we drove down from Philly for our family vacation in Cape May, Dad made shrimp cocktail for our first night's Hors d'oeuvres (what Dad always called our "horse dovers"). As soon as we'd unpacked, Dad went up to the docks and bought shrimp and fresh fish for dinner. He never bought the cocktail sauce. He made it himself and it was mostly horseradish.
Dad was a splendid cook! I remember those meals with joy because Dad did the shrimp cocktail specially for me. There's almost nothing I like better than shrimp cocktail. Well, maybe fresh halibut.
Tim serves Clearnote Church, Bloomington, Indiana. He and Mary Lee have five children and big lots of grandchildren.
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