Hooray for Father’s Day
ALL this modern emphasis on health and fitness is, I’m told, a very good thing. Except, of course, it severely narrows your options on days like today.
Breakfast in bed is not quite the treat it’s cracked up to be if Dad has to climb back in, hot, sweaty and un- showered after his morning jog.
And that old, always- welcome stand- by present of a box of fat Cubans – Cohibas preferably – is no longer any good since he gave up smoking.
Substitute one of those latest do- it- yourself blood pressure kits and you risk sending the wrong message.
Likewise, a birth- year bottle of red will just remind him of how old he’s getting.
A small something wrapped in a completed will form ready for his signature is a possibility, but probably won’t be received in the right spirit.
So, what do you do? Light the barbecue and he’ll feel he’s being usurped.
A Makita power tool and he’ll resent the hint. Take him to lunch and he’ll miss or sleep through the footy on TV. The day calls for careful planning. First, send the kids in to jump and play on his bed so he can’t go for that morning jog.
Put fun ahead of fitness and he’ll be much happier for it.
Make sure he wakes to the smell of grilling bacon and bring it to him with eggs and thick buttered toast so all that fat and flavour will remind him of how good life used to be.
There’s no substitute for cholesterol-wrapped nostalgia on days like this.
Run him a bath and ease him towards lunch with a glass or two of good bubbly.
And that present – something innocuous and long- lasting, such as a tree with the hole already dug in the garden or a new smartphone with 150 pages of instructions. Then lunch. It used to be that Father’s Day meant a traditional roast with all the fresh- vegetable trimmings, good gravy, dessert and port and chocolates to finish.
But that diet book and rowing machine you gave him last year have probably put paid to all that.
Tasmanian scallops are in season but are this year so expensive they risk adding to his yearning for the good ol’ days when they cost two bob a bucket full and he didn’t have
There’s no substitute for cholesterol- wrapped nostalgia on days like this
to share them. Salmon is rich in omega 3 to counter that breakfast – but he can get salmon any day and everywhere.
So why not something fl avoursome such as a simple grilled quail, mushroom, cos lettuce and parmesan salad, dressed with a good, fruity olive oil and vinegar.
Make it light enough so that if his footy team has been lucky enough to make the fi nals he can watch them without getting upset on a heavy stomach and with a light Tassie pinot so he won’t fall asleep – or, if he does, his snoring won’t be too loud.
Have a happy day.