Quiet day today. Did a lot of functional movement today, reworked several cabinets, moved some big rocks outside, did laundry. Thought about my Dad a lot today, the things he used to talk about, the times we spent hunting, fishing, building fences, making stuff, so many memories. It will be 5 years come late November since he went to be with the Old Ones. Although a lot has changed at my parents home, some things remain the same, his camouflage hunting cap still hangs on the hat rack he made, where he left it after his final hunt just days before he crossed. I still stop in the kitchen at his "corner" of the counter-top where he kept loose change divided up in empty tuna cans, neatly tucked into a specialty cigar box. I had a habit of checking for wheat pennies, I still sift through them, as if one or two might magically appear.
This is the time of year that we would begin prepping for deer season. Actually, that's not really the way it was - it was year round, just mixed in with everything else that we were doing. Summer would mark the time though that we would go out to shoot, check the scopes, adjust for the pull, go through the ammo boxes and check the shells, sharpen all of our knives, do all the little things. Granted 95% of it we would do again in late September, but it was how he lived, how we all lived.
As a rule this would also be about the time we would defrost the freezers, shuttling the meat from one freezer to the other, and pulling out older packages of venison that had not been used. We would thaw in ice chests, then do a double grind of the meat with some nice beef fat mixed in, then create the assembly line to package up venison hamburger. I still remember his smile when I came home one weekend from New Mexico and brought him ground buffalo. Now you can buy it at HEB.
I remember one week, several months after I had moved to NM, I was talking with the parents on the phone and my Dad mentioned he was making jerky that week. I was homesick in an instant. Two days later a guy from FedEx is knocking at my door with an overnight package .... my Dad shipped deer jerky to me.
I know that he would be pleased that I am primal again. Although he never said anything to me when I went veg, I know that he he was not pleased with that choice.
I had ground buffalo tonight mixed with squash, okra, onions and mushrooms. It reminded me of some of the things I would throw together when I living at home with the parents. It was always some cut of deer meat and whatever fresh veggies were in the garden, and I was always experimenting with seasonings, and lots of jalapenos. I was out in my Dad's shop one day to tell him lunch was ready, he was finishing up a brake job for a guy. When I walked out, I heard him tell the guy, "yeah, she's a hella good cook. I may not not what the hell it is I'm eating, but it's always good".
Happy Father's Day Daddy ... Miss you.