Hey! And hey again! Following a bit of bad judgment which left me flat on my achy breaky back, it’s lovely to return to the land of the upright. In celebration, I gave a party, featuring my favorite food – the hamburger.
Following some ancient law of barbecue etiquette, the burgers were grilled by the testosterone duo in attendance. While the meat sizzled, the fellows modeled Fifties backyard daddy-o attire from my apron collection
This genre of apron is hugely collectible because of limited availability. Grimy from charcoal, grease flare ups and hand wiping, such daddy-o wear was more often tossed in favor of a new one. Considering their vintage, the screened designs are amazingly vibrant.
These two aprons are sewn of a fabric flimsy in comparison to the heavy duty cotton of others in my collection, which leads me to think they were not meant to last – perhaps tied on for a single event or received as a Father’s Day gag gift in lieu of the perennial tie.
Then there’s this apron, with the Emergency Only zipper’s placement just oh, so risque. Hardly x-rated by today’s standards, but definitely titillating at the time.
In further recognition of Daddy-O Day, my publisher has provided me this timely giveaway:
America’s Best BBQ: 100 Recipes from America’s Best Smokehouses, Pits, Shacks, Rib Joints, Roadhouses, and Restaurants by Kansas City barbecuearians Ardie A. Davis and Chef Paul Kirk!
This is a mouthwatering collection of recipes from starters to meats, classic side dishes, sauces, rubs and decadent desserts.
I like the format of tips, tricks, techniques, memorabilia, color photos and firsthand recollections of tales from the ‘pits.
Entry is easy as pie-just leave a comment & your email address (for winner’s notification). Drawing held early am Sun., June 21st.
Plus, sign up to receive my newsletter, and you’re also in the drawing for “Dick,” my Apron Memories bistro-style apron!
I named this apron after Dick Cline, a most affable fellow who is one of the 46 storytellers in Apron Chronicles. Dick told me that it was from his mother that he learned Wearing an apron makes good sense.
Good sense. Good times. I don’t think I’m alone in welcoming more of both!
Tie One On…an apron, of course!