My parents have a knack at getting flat tires. I have changed my mother’s tire about 5 times and my father’s about 4 times. I have gotten so good at changing tires I’m thinking of going to work for Mavis Discount Tires. However, it’s been about a year since I had to change one of their tires so I was due.
My father comes in to the restaurant every day at around 11:30AM and leaves at 2:00PM. In those 2 ½ hours he wreaks havoc on my kitchen making dinner for him and my mother. When 2:00PM comes and it’s time for him to go home, my brother and I breathe a sigh of relief that we survived another day. Don’t get me wrong, it is a pleasure being able to work with your father and to see him every day. But sometimes, well you know……………
On this particular day, the temperature outside was around 100 degrees. We were in the middle of a heat wave like I have not felt in a few years. The kitchen was running around 120 degrees and everyone was short tempered due to the extreme heat. 2:00PM came and Pop said his good byes to everyone as he clutched his pan of Mussles Marichiara and walked to his car. I began to clean up his work table and to breathe a little easier. I no sooner got finished with cleaning his table then he comes back inside.
Pop: I gotta the flat tire. Getta me John’s keys. I’ma gonna to taka his car.
Me: Wait. What happened.
Pop: You no understand I gotta get home to mom. Get me the keys then you figure out what you have to do.
Me: OK Pop.
I walked outside to find the tire off the rim with a huge gash in the sidewall. He hit a curb. I don’t know how or where, but he hit a curb. John comes out with Pop. As I begin to take out his stuff and put it in John’s car, Pop is explaining that he has to go to church tomorrow and we have to get it fixed in a hurry.
As I am loading the car, he gets in and start to back out. I stop him.
Me: Pop! What are you doing!?
Pop: What! I gotta go
Me: Pop, I still have to put Mom’s wheelchair in the car and the rest of your stuff.
Pop: Why? You no can fix it now?
Me: (walking away twitching) @#$%^&*!!
Pop pulls away not even looking as he pulls onto Route 9. As John and I change Pop’s tire in the sweltering heat, we are both laughing. Not the laugh of joy, but the laugh of insanity. Gotta love Pop.
20-30 fresh P.E.I. Mussels
5 tablespoons fresh chopped parlsey
5 tablespoons Extra Virgin Olive Oil
½ cup White Wine
½ jar Coppola’s Marinara Sauce
½ fresh lemon
Place the garlic and extra virgin olive oil in a large pan on high heat. Sautee till golden brown
Add parsley and mussels
Add white wine and sauce. Squeeze the ½ lemon making sure not to add the seeds.
Simmer till all the mussels open (5-8 minutes)
Serve over angel hair pasta