Things My Dad Ate

 

Old Dad had some very unusual tastes in the foods he did eat,
This poem reviews some of his strange tastes so very off beat.
I could tolerate some of the foods that he put in his mouth.
Others I assure you, I would not even keep in my own house.

 

 

 

Things My Dad Ate

When I went on those outdoor camping trips alone with my Dad,
He would make this special bacon grease toast that we had.
He would cook a pound of bacon to a nice and crispy black,
Then throw bread in the hot grease and brown it back to back.

 

 

 

He pulled the dripping brown bacon grease toast from the pan
And we ate that black bacon and grease toast with our hands.
He put coffee grounds in a tin can with water and boiled it up,
And we sipped that gritty hot coffee from a wax Dixie cup.

 

Yummy, that burnt black bacon and dripping bacon grease toast was great on those camping trips.

 

 

 

When we went fishing, Dad would stop and buy our lunch.
We had, chunk cheese, Vienna sausage, and crackers to crunch.
He always bought him two cans of sardines to eat for snacks.
As he ate the smelly things in the tin, the rest of us turned our backs.

 

 

 The Vienna Sausage, cheese, and crackers made a tasty meal out there fishing.. The sardines were for my Dad only.

 

 

 

One day we were visiting home when my Mom was not well.
Dad cooked up a pot of brown beans that smelled just swell.
I got a bowl, took a bite, then ran for the water to ease my pain,
He put a big jar of jalapeños in the beans for flavor they bring.

 

Those jalapeño beans Dad cooked looked so good, but one bite curled your toes and sent you running for cold water

 

 

 

None of us but Dad could eat those hot hot flavored beans.
He thought they were just right as he pooted right through his jeans.
We all headed for the Dairy Queen in town to get us some food.
Leaving him there enjoying the beans he thought were so good.

 

 

Mom would often buy Dad a big old jar of pickled pigs feet.
No one else at home could even stand to see that pickled meat.
Dad would pull that nasty looking and smelling stuff from the jar,
And chew it right off the gristle as we tried to get way off far.

 

Wow just look at that jar of yummy pickled pigs feet. Care to gnaw on one.

 

 

 

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Chicken gizzards were my Dads favorite piece of the chicken,
My Mom’s fried chicken was so good, we did some finger lickin’.
My Dad and I fought over that single gizzard when she cooked,
Mom tried to keep track of who had the next fried gizzard booked.

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 I do believe that’s the gizzard right there on the front of the plate, my turn Dad.

 

 

 

When I went into a bar with my Dad and Granddad as a lad,
Dad got a nasty pickled boiled egg from the big jar they had.
He would put the whole thing in his mouth and eat it on down.
It always made my stomach a little queasy and made me frown.

 

It turns my stomach in flip flops just to watch someone eat one of these nasty things.

 

 

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Old Dad loved my Mom’s liver and onions she fixed once a week.
I liked the way she fixed liver and onions with her own tweek.
But I’ve never been able to eat liver fixed by anyone else’s style.
So I surely haven’t eaten any liver for a very long, long while.

 

 

My Mom’s liver and onions was really quite good, but I’ve never been able to eat it since I left home. 

 

 

 

Mom and Dad both liked souse meat that I just couldn’t stand.
It’s made of cows face, chicken feet, and pigs face so grand.
The ingredients make you want to upchuck right on the spot,
I think it would give you bad diarrhea keeping you on that pot.

 

Look at those savory chunks of face meat and chicken feet in there. 

 

 

 

By Bill
Thanks for reading Things My Dad Ate,
Bill