that moment when…i pretended to be tim the toolman taylor.
i just read reviews online and people said it took them a ½ hour to put it together. it took me longer to get the pieces out of the box and find the instructions in ENGLISH. i could only find the spanish instructions. 12 years of French under my belt, alotofgoodthat’lldome.
my dad is in road construction and although he finally had that elusive son three years after i was born, i was tougher than him (for awhile, chillllll drew. we get it. you drink protein shakes and have large biceps. stop flexing in the mirror now). i was one of those stubborn little boogers who wouldn’t be told no and didn’t want any help getting something done.
my dad’s birthday is today. and you know, i just don’t think they make men like him anymore. he is a true family man and the hardest working person i know. he wears levis, has been rocking the canadian tuxedo for years before it was a trend and rocks a mustache better than any movember man.
i’ll forever be grateful to him for raising me the way he did. he raised me to not only believe, but know, that i could do anything I put my mind to, and do it better than most boys. growing up I climbed trees, made a genius frog catcher for my science fair project, sat in a bobcat and was thrilled about driving in a dump truck. i can change a tire and swap out antifreeze, fix a toilet and work a breaker box. i can drive on a road and tell you if the joints are bad and the pros of asphalt over concrete. he raised me to be an independent, strong woman. and i think the world could use some more of them.
so with 23982904234 pieces sprawled out in front of me, i couldn’t very well let him down. it’s also important to note, that i learned how to curse like a sailor from my dad and i made sure to use plenty of ‘em 4letterwords as i put the phillips screw here and the wooden dowel there.
i imagine this is the way women feel after birthing children. all that time, energy and love – and you just cross your fingers and hope she’s well-built and pretty.
in celebration of my dad’s birthday (and because i’m selfish and don’t like cake) i made his favorite thing growing up: hot baked cinnamon apples. his mom made them and while we’re still testing and learning (he thinks they need to be basted more, and a pinch more cinnamon) these are pretty darn good.
we tried the apples two different ways. for sure butterfly ’em.
this was one of my dad’s most favorite things to eat growing up and he said they were good. i can die happy now.
- 8 tbl brown sugar
- 4 tsp butter
- 2 red delicious apples (butterfly, it works better)
- 4 tsp cinnamon
- cut apples in half. dig out core/seeds
- combine cinnamon and brown sugar, fill core hole until full
- top with butter
- place apple halves in bottom of baking dish and add extra brown sugar/cinmamon
- cook at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Baste every 10 – 15 minutes as needed.