Father’s Day was the kind of day Kent envisioned when we talked about having kids someday. Sometime between 7am and way earlier than I had planned, Fluffy woke her father up to tell him we were making him breakfast in bed! I put on my glasses and rolled downstairs. We had discussed making pancakes with spiced blueberry compote which he could later use on ice cream. And Fluffy, who had clearly been up for a while, had started without me.
“I already put the ice cream in the microwave, but I don’t know what numbers to push.”
I took the quart of ice cream out of the microwave and started making heart shaped pancakes and passion fruit syrup.
The syrup turned out fabulous. If you have any spare passion fruit concentrate lying around (don’t we all?), you should try it!
Passion Fruit Syrup
- 1/2 cup passion fruit concentrate
- 1/2 cup water
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 1 tablespoon cornstarch
- 1 tablespoon cold water
- 2 tablespoons butter
- 1.5 tablespoons maple syrup
Combine concentrate, water and sugar in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Heat sugar dissolves and mixture just comes to a boil. Mix cornstarch and tablespoon of cold water into a slurry. Add to saucepan. Boil until slightly thickened. Off heat add butter and maple syrup. Stir until butter melts.
Father’s Day was really more of a weekend than a day. I sent Fluffy and Kent to the movies on Friday while I packed alone. Kent likes lazy days at home (I hate them) so that’s what we did Saturday. I didn’t even make him pack a single thing or do any of the myriad tasks on our moving to do list. Then Sunday, Fluffy gave him her handmade card, and the boys showered him in rough and tumble affection. As soon as a spot opens up, he’ll finally get to go on the skydiving trip that was rescheduled due to rain.
We’re trying not to spend any money this year while we’re building a house. We are living our own version of austerity measures or sequestration, and it’s horrible. I miss giving extravagant gifts like the Air Combat USA dogfighting lessons and going to schmancy restaurants. I miss spending money. I would say that I feel the alteration in our lifestyle most acutely on holidays like this, but the truth is, I miss money all day every day. More on that later this week.
I hate being fake, so I can’t pretend to be happy about the changes we’re going through, but I will say that the babies seem to know their Daddy better now that they get to play with him on the weekends.
At lunch on Sunday, Kent took the boys’ church clothes off so they wouldn’t stain them with their reheated pizza. Then they both wanted their hats put back on.