>Epilogue
>”Hi, Dad,” I said, coming in from the grocery last night. Oh, shit. He was reading yesterday’s post on the computer. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, too brightly.
“Oh, just reading something Mother asked me to look at,” he said, quickly closing the page. My stomach lurched a bit. I had wondered if they would be upset. Surely they would see the humor in the post, though. Surely.
We made a little small talk, and then I went for it. “So, what did you think?” I asked. “Of the post, I mean?”
“Oh, well…” He put on his best ‘trying-to-be-nice’ smile. “I guess I just didn’t see myself in it at all.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Well, I don’t recall that conversation.”
“You don’t recall the conversation about the milk?” I said. “About the milk being past its expiration date? I mean, maybe I paraphrased, but I definitely remember having that conversation. Like, just a few days ago.”
He remained silent, smiling thinly. Oh, shit. I’m telling you, most of you who are all, “Write whatever you want, we love your honesty!” seriously must have no idea what it’s like standing in front of the person you’ve just written about.
“I mean, it’s no big deal,” I blathered. “It’s like, my heritage. Old food?” Nothing. “You know, that’s how we all are! And then, when I got married, Hubs was the exact opposite!” Finally, Dad warmed a bit.
“Well, I’ve never had stomach problems,” he said. “Of course, I have an iron stomach. But you know,” he said, leaning in, “I ate some of the turkey left over from Christmas Eve yesterday… and it was fine.“
And that’s why I love him.
>hahahaha that is GREAT 🙂 Gotta love the dads!! So now you gotta go find out what your mom thought of it?
>I’m thinking that on this subject, we shall never speak.
>Awwww don’t all Dads have iron stomachs? 🙂 Everything I throw in the shopping cart hubs yells “did ya check the date on that before you grabbed it?” Needless to say, eyerolling has become an art form around here 😉 Great blog and through it I found some more funny ones so thank you for that 🙂 Keep up the great work! I just started and finding the time is tough…slowly but surely! Dawn
>I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.I’m not kidding. CHRISTMAS??? Your father is insane.
>I do have to admit that I cringe and want to run away and hide whenever someone I’ve written about wants to BRING IT UP in front of me, or to me. It seems like it should be a rule or something, that no discussion is allowed. If they want to talk, they should leave a comment. 😉
>LOL… 😉
>You might call him insane. But I call him not wasteful.
>I work with a girl who will eat anything she finds in the fridge as long as it hasn’t turned green….I call her the bravest eater I know BUT that being said I’m not sure she’d eat something that was as old as that Turkey!! Your mom/dad must have some great storage containers, LOL
>Awww. Lovin’ the Daddo!
>I think the whole “is the food still good?” debate happens in a lot of marriages, even though no one usually talks about it. But your case seems to be a tad more extreme.
>In our house, Im the one worried about expiration dates. Leftovers are good for about 2 days and then I cant eat them. And milk? If its even a couple of days before the expiration date I have issues. Hubs..he just ate 2 week old chinese food and said it was “fine”
>I’m SURE you just left out the part where he says he BOILED IT for an hour first….
>my dad’s father was a milkman. this makes my dad think he is the authority on milk and the fact that even tho it is a week or two past it’s expiration date and starting to look like cottage cheese, that it is fine. in fact it is something that incenses him, when we throw out old milk!! he will defiantly chug the remains and say, “this tastes fine.”
>very heartwarming, awkward moments and all.
>:) Ah, the dads. My husband has the more sensitive stomach of the family — I guess he’s the first generation antacid lover.