This post is brought to you by Pop (aka my dad).
Pop and I had a very low-key weekend— nothing extraordinary, but everything a relaxing weekend should be. This meant that I got to spend lots of quality time with Pop and really listen to some of the insightful, ridiculous, and funny things he has to say (and do).
Our Friday night consisted of some slow cooker split pea soup, which was thick, naturally creamy, and reminiscent of my childhood.
My dad is going easy on the carbs lately, so he’s been loving cheese and fruit plates with a few 34 Degrees crisps for “dessert”.
*FaceTiming with bro and mom*
Dad: “Alison’s making me a cheese plate! Just like on the cruise!”
Natural 34 Degrees crisps with peach slices, dried figs, and goat chese
We woke up to a stormy morning on Saturday, and because I thought the world should know this immediately, I snapchatted the weather from my bed.
Rainy Saturday mornings basically require hot oats for breakfast. A bowl for Pop and a bowl for moi.
banana chia egg white oats with peanut butter
*Sky Full of Stars starts playing on my Spotify*
Dad: “Oooo! ‘Cause you’re a skyyyy, you’re a skyyy….’” *starts raising the roof*
The rest of my day was pretty lazy. I did a barre workout from Youtube, caught up on blog reading, ate a delicious lunch, and used up some more Blend swag (STILL!!!).
*Dad sees my lunch.*
Dad: “Mmmm that looks really good!”
Me: ……… “Do you want the same thing?”
Dad: “Can you make an egg white version?” *smiles*
Me: “Mhmm.”
It makes me chuckle and makes me happy when he subtly suggests that he wants me to make him food 🙂
avocado toast with a sunny egg + salad with maple mustard dressing + leftover Asian turkey
afternoon smoothie with Gnarly vanilla protein powder (from Blend), milk, frozen banana, and peanut butter
I think this might be my favorite vanilla protein powder ever! (No sponsorship.)
Coming back from church….
Me: “I’m doing the barefoot mile tomorrow.”
Dad: (after a few seconds) “Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen!…Have you heard that saying before?”
Me: “What does that mean?”
Dad: “I think it was an antifeminist saying during World War II or something.”
Me: “Hm, well it sounds like me.”
Dad: “What??”
Me: “The saying sounds like me.”
Dad: “You’re barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen???”
Me: “The barefoot in the kitchen part at least.”
Dad: “Oh! I was about to have a heart attack! I thought maybe you knew something that we didn’t!”
Me: “DAD! No!”
Later at night….
Dad: (Excitedly) “Do you wanna help me sign some checks?” [for church collection]
Me: “…..Kayyyyy.”
Dad: “We’ll have a check signing party!”
Me: *nods* “Yeeeeep.”
P.S. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about with the barefoot mile, the wonderful and inspiring Emily invited me via Facebook to Joy International’s Global Barefoot Mile on Sunday. Basically, you walk a mile barefoot in solidarity with all the children in Cambodia and other third world countries who have no shoes and who are victims of sex trafficking.
You can donate at Joy International’s website!
It hurt, but that just made the walk more meaningful.
It’s also been HOT and HUMID this weekend!!! You step outside and you can’t breathe for a second.
to cool down on Sunday afternoon: Quest peanut butter protein powder (from Blend also) blended with ice and milk
Dad and I made a trip to Costco to stock up on essentials for the next couple weeks, and our pickup included this beautiful wild caught salmon. I baked it at 400F for 12 minutes with some olive oil, balsamic, honey, and black pepper.
Yep, lots for leftovers for the week! Served with soba noodles and maple mustard salad.
In the words of Emeril: BAM!
Dad: “That salmon was so amazing, I can’t believe it!”
Me: “Oh thanks…” *nervous laugh*
Dad: …….. “I meant that it’s incredible how good it tastes. I didn’t mean it like that. That wasn’t meant to reflect you. You brought out the freshness of the salmon.”
Me: “I’m glad you liked it.” 🙂
Last but not least, my friend Michael took Daliza and me to Dairy Queen for our first time ever last night! Appropriate for National Ice Cream Day, eh? (<—Canadian side emerging.)
The place was hoppin’ at 9 PM on a Sunday. Maybe because it’s one of two Dairy Queens in our tristate area. Maybe because the heat compels people to get ice cream.
Mint Oreo Blizzard jeah jeahhhhh. They didn’t do the flip-the-cup-upside-down to show you how thick and creamy the blizzard is. I’ll forgive them though because the heat was making the ice cream melt faster than the Wicked Witch of the West.
And that, my friends, is my weekend in a {rather large} nutshell. I love you, Dad ♥
Hope you all have a fantastic week ahead!
So tell me:
Do any of your parents, aunts/uncles, grandparents say funny things all the time? My mom is also a hoot.
Did you celebrate National Ice Cream Day?
Was it hot in your neck of the woods?
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