This is one of my favorite pictures of my father. It was taken in 1992 on the occasion of my parents’ gold wedding anniversary. My dad passed away two years ago at the age of 86, and today my brothers and their families, along with my own family, are celebrating his birthday.
We always have a Mass in his memory and then we prepare some of his favorite dishes. My dad loved to eat rice with calamari, made with the black ink of the squid. He taught my mom how to make it and it became a staple at my house when I was growing up. I'm certain that my dad inherited the taste of this dish from his Italian father, who probably ate pasta with squid and not with rice, when he was growing up in Palermo. I'll be making it tonight and making a toast to my dad for a life well lived. A picture of the black rice will be posted tomorrow, so be forewarned, in case the thought of rice with calamari in its own ink makes you queasy.
My dad circa 1926 on the day of his First Communion. As a child he had red hair and freckles.