Remembering My Dad On Culinary Road Trips
My Dad enjoyed his family, his work and coming home the end of the day to eat a buttered slice of rye bread with caraway seeds before dinner. This became a ritual for me too. Dad was the youngest in his family of five children and the smallest in his family. Yet he was known to have the biggest appetite. He also loved eating sweets his mom gave him after school. It made him smile to remember.
Dad was ambitious but agreed to leave a college pre-med program when he learned his father was ill. He was only 22, but he took a job in Des Moines, Iowa as a shoe store manager and was proud he could help out. When he wasn’t managing a store, he would travel around the Midwest opening up more shoe stores — 30 in all. He liked visiting different towns, especially eating BBQ in Kansas City, matzo ball soup in Chicago, and enchiladas in Denver.