The incredicle (in)edible egg

It may seem like no big deal, but I was pleased to be able to prepare French Eggs for my Dad. He really seemed to enjoy them and that made me happy. I recall one time as an older teenager I tried to prepare soft boiled eggs as a treat for my Dad. There were anything BUT a treat! By the time the eggs were cool enough for me to handle; and my inept hands could manage to free the egg white and yolk from it's protective shell, and add butter, salt and pepper they were stone cold and very unappetizing. While I have since made them hot or at least lukewarm for my daughter and oldest grandson when sick, I can't make soft boiled eggs to this day without apprehension. I felt so bad as he slammed the spoon down and declared them inedible, that preparing eggs, while differently; in a manner which he found appetizing, felt like the pleasure a novice chef must feel when preparing their first edible dish. I was really pleased, and it will be one of my favorite memories to recall him eating and enjoying a HOT egg dish.

I then took him to the airport and we enjoyed a hot meal prepared by a chef along with light conversation. While watching him leave was not my favorite thing, I am pleased to say that I tried very hard to accommodate his wishes for a relaxing holiday, and think by and large, I, and certainly not me alone, managed to accomplish just that.

Many thanks to Charissa who had to juggle home life, and the office on her own as Neil was away in England on a family emergency. Amy who arranged her days off to include time here with my Dad, when I know she uses those week days off to accomplish tasks and goals. Brandon, Jordan and Donovan for being so flexible with bedtimes, playtime with freinds etc. to include going with mom to take care of the office and seeing Grandpa whenever possible. They did as they were asked and enjoyed his company without totally overwhelming him. Jeff of course for being so supportive and taking time off work, and away from SCUBA. Stephanie, for being so generous to offer the ticket so that he might take the long journey to see us, as a thank you for the tireless hours he spent helping her to live a dream. And last, but certainly not least, my Dad who endured uncomfortable plane rides, coughing people, lousy "food" just to come and see all of us and I think, even grew to like Finnegan:-)