My dad was a master of oddball phrases. He passed many years ago, but he still pops up in wacky, wonderful ways when one of his quirky ‘bon mots’ surfaces in my brain. I smile when that happens.
Scratch that – it’s more of a full-teeth grin. Cheshire cat like. The spontaneity of these witticisms catches me off guard and more than once, I’ve imagined an onlooker (driver in another car, man in front of me at the post office) assuming I had ear buds in – maybe talking to someone who made me laugh. Sort of. Yes – let’s go with that. Talking to my dad; the low, low-tech way. 😉
Here’s an example. This one occurred in the privacy of our kitchen, where I found myself talking to the dog again. Sweet Sadie. She puts up with a lot. DH (dear hubby) made a massive batch of his signature guacamole. It’s delicious but it’s a use every bowl and utensil and all the counter space production. Inspiration strikes when he fishes out the best bag of ripe avocados at Costco and that’s all the warning we get. Look out. Fresh guac coming soon!
One way or another, a healthy dollop of freshly made guacamole ended up on the floor. It was chunky enough that it surely made a ‘splat’ sound but the humans didn’t hear it. I turned around and Sadie was having a best day ever – gobbling the guac and licking the floor clean.
Did I mention that DH puts extra jalapenos in his concoction? Yep. We like heat and a sweaty brow with our chips and guac. Sadie, however? This was her first ever fire-roasted tongue experience. And this is where my dad popped to mind.
Anytime someone complained of overly-spicy food – demanding a glass of water – he’d laugh and ask, “So you’ve got hot pipes?” And as water was guzzled, he’d continue: “Holy Toledo – were you ‘down a quart’ or what?”
While tending to Sadie and offering her yogurt and water to cool her hot tamale mouth, those silly, heckling-like phrases from my dad kept swirling. So much so that I started asking her those questions. Ya got hot pipes, Sadie? Wow – look at you drinking all that water – good girl – were you down a quart? OMG. Hello, papa. Thanks for joining us. I have now taken over the color commentary role when it comes to overly spicy food…and I love it.