Así como no hacía nada en cuanto a reparaciones o limpiezas en nuestro hogar, había algo en lo que siempre se destacaba y era en la cocina, aunque después dejara todo lo que usaba sucio e íbamos los asistentes dejando todo limpio y listos para probar sus exquisiteces.

Mi papá era todo un chef sin título, muchas veces le dije que por qué no ponía un restaurante o un pequeño local de comida, ya que cocinaba como los dioses. Tenía la sazón en las manos, cosa que heredaría de su madre, mi abuela, que también era así.

Recuerdo que de niña, nos gustaba que mi mamá fuera a parir, porque esos días papá se ocupaba de la cocina y comíamos como en los mejores restaurantes, todo de primera y exquisitez, el día del parto, por ser ajetreado si nos cocinaba un pollo ahumado, de los que solo veía ese día en que mi mamá daba a luz, así paso varias veces, es algo como mágico, ya que nunca más lo vi y siempre lo recuerdo.

Mi papá es de los que le queda un pasticho delicioso como a nadie, los camarones son de su especialidad, así como otros productos del mar, los hongos y cosas raras, como cebollas y papas chiquitas, pepinillos y productos de esos costosos en el supermercado, solo se consumían cuando él cocinaba, eran todo un lujo cada uno de sus platos.

Además, hacía suficiente, le daba a los vecinos y le llevaba a los amigos. Hablando de esto sus amigos lo invitaban a sus casas para qué les cocinará y luego él nos traía para probar en casa. La verdad no le miento cuando les digo que su comida era como las que pasan en Máster Chef, que llevan tantos ingredientes y mezclas de sabores.

Desde que partió al cielo más nunca hemos comido de esa manera, además él era el que se permitía hacer esos gastos, ya eso no se puede en casa, lo que a veces mi hermano trata de hacer es una parrilla al estilo de papá, que él era un experto en las parrillas y pinchos, de esto si vendíamos en los carnavales y se vendían volando, qué tiempos aquellos.

Podría pasar horas escribiendo de mi papá y aunque no hacia muchas cosas en casa, nunca lo olvidaremos y ese estilo en la cocina si me hubiese querido heredar, cuando tenga la posibilidad de tener dinero para comprar los ingredientes y alimentos que él compraba voy a tratar en lo posible de copiar su estilo que era único y delicioso.

Desde aquí querido padre, te felicito en tu cumpleaños, el cielo está de fiesta, espero que hagas lo que te gustaba en este día, una parrilla con todos los hierros, de esas que no juegan carrito, como dice mi hermano.

Espero que estés celebrando con tus dos hijos que te acompañan y así no estás solito. Te Amo Papi, siempre te recordaré.

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Espero les haya gustado mi publicación, para mí con lágrimas en los ojos es un honor hablar de mi querido padre para esta Iniciativa, a la que invito a participar a mis amigos @karlex77, @gaboamc2393 y @jonsnow1983, échennos el cuento de sus padres, tíos o abuelos, también se vale que no sepan freír un huevo o de esos utiliti je, je, je.

Gracias por su lectura, Dios les bendiga 🤗😘🥰

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English

"Dad's style" That's how my dad was at home

Happy and blessed week to everyone, it is a pleasure to go through my dear community @homesolutions again, to join the initiative that although it is already ending to participate for a prize, I invite you to talk about this topic, whenever you like here, it will be a pleasure to read your stories related to your fathers or someone else.

Today the protagonist of this story is my dear father, whom I always called Papi, even though he was already grown up he, he, he, he. My dad in a few days will be 2 years since he passed away and just today he would be 57 years old, we still miss him as the first day and I keep very good moments by his side.

For this initiative we wanted to tell about those feats that our parents do when doing chores at home and let me tell you that I thought a lot about participating, how not to do it in my own community heh, heh, heh. You will see why in the following lines.

It turns out that for as long as I can remember my dad has not been one of those men who would repair anything at home, he wouldn't even put in a light bulb, he was afraid of it, imagine that he would send me to lower the electrical wiring because he was also afraid he, he, he, he, he. Not to mention seeing blood, he would fall down on the floor.

Another thing when the antennas were used for television, those that were put on the roof, he also sent me to fix it when the signal was spoiled, to tell you that he didn't even wash the plate where he ate.

With all this I don't want to put my dear father in a bad light, no, that's how he was used to it, he always paid others to do things as far as repairs were concerned.

But Daddy worked from sunrise to sunset, he was awake at 5 o'clock, he went to the market very early, he sold fish wholesale and retail, the house was full of fish and workers who helped him to chop those tuna that looked like sharks heh, heh, heh.

That's why it never bothered us that he didn't do anything at home, he would arrive exhausted from so much work and sunbathing. He provided us with everything we needed at home and food was never lacking, so if we had to wash his plate, we were happy to do it.

Just as he did nothing in terms of repairs or cleaning in our home, there was something in which he always excelled and that was in the kitchen, although later he would leave everything he used dirty and we assistants would leave everything clean and ready to taste his delicacies.

My dad was a chef without a degree, many times I told him why he didn't start a restaurant or a small restaurant, since he cooked like the gods. He had the seasoning in his hands, something he would inherit from his mother, my grandmother, who was also like that.

I remember that as a child, we liked my mom to go to give birth, because those days dad was in charge of the kitchen and we ate like in the best restaurants, all first class and exquisite, the day of delivery, being busy if we cooked a smoked chicken, of which only saw that day when my mom gave birth, so it happened several times, is something like magic, because I never saw him again and I always remember him.

My dad is one of those who makes a delicious pasticho like no one else, shrimp is his specialty, as well as other seafood, mushrooms and rare things like onions and small potatoes, pickles and those expensive products in the supermarket, were only consumed when he was cooking, each of his dishes were a luxury.

Besides, he made enough, gave to neighbors and took to friends. Speaking of which, his friends would invite him to their homes to cook for them and then he would bring us to taste at home. I'm not lying when I tell you that his food was like the ones on Master Chef, with so many ingredients and mixtures of flavors.

Since he went to heaven we have never eaten that way, besides he was the one who allowed himself to make those expenses, you can't do that at home anymore, what my brother sometimes tries to do is to make a grill in his dad's style, he was an expert in grills and skewers, we used to sell them at carnivals and they sold like crazy, those were the days.

I could spend hours writing about my dad and although he did not do many things at home, we will never forget him and that style in the kitchen if he had wanted to inherit me, when I have the possibility of having money to buy the ingredients and food that he bought I will try as much as possible to copy his style that was unique and delicious.

From here dear father, I congratulate you on your birthday, heaven is celebrating, I hope you do what you liked on this day, a grill with all the irons, one of those that do not play cart, as my brother says.

I hope you are celebrating with your two children who are with you so you are not alone. I love you Papi, I will always remember you.

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I hope you liked my publication, for me with tears in my eyes is an honor to talk about my dear father for this Initiative, to which I invite my friends @karlex77, @gaboamc2393 and @jonsnow1983 to participate, throw us the story of their fathers, uncles or grandfathers, it is also worth that they do not know how to fry an egg or those utiliti heh, heh, heh, heh.

Thank you for reading, God bless you 🤗😘🥰

Fotos tomadas por | Photos taken by @leidimarc

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Traducción con | Translation with| DeepL