My father loved creme brulee. Any type of custard dessert, really. Nilla Wafer banana pudding? Bring it on.
Daddy was near impossible to shop for. One year for Christmas, I bought him a cookbook focused on custards and made one of the recipes as my gift. I remember driving to a gas station on Christmas Day to pick up the Nilla Wafers.
Last week, my father was nearing the end of his time in hospice. We were crushing his pills and mixing them with applesauce. When he didn’t want applesauce, I picked him up vanilla pudding. He took only two bites, and we knew the end was nearing.
My father died on May 13, and I wanted to share that with you.
I wanted to let you know where I’ve been, and that I may be away from the blog sporadically. I had planned to premier my Gardening Party on the blog last week, but obviously, that plan is just on hold. My focus is on being whatever help I can be to my mother, easing my girls through the loss of their grandpa, and transitioning back into work.
The blessing in the loss of my father is that I have no regrets. While I miss him terribly, I know he is fully restored in Heaven. He has his mind back from Alzheimer’s, and his strength back. He no longer needs his much-hated oxygen. He is reunited with so many whom he loved and who proceeded him in death. Daddy knew my love for him. We were good. And so, I am comforted in knowing he is at peace. He is with the Lord he served in a lifetime of priesthood.
When I thought of how to remember him here, I recalled this post from In Jennie’s Kitchen about the unexpected death of her husband, and the peanut butter pie she’d been meaning to make for him. So on Memorial Day, I made creme brulee to share with my girls, his granddaughters. (I used this recipe from Alton Brown, but did one thing differently. Instead of putting the cooked custard in the fridge for two hours and then adding the sugar and browning it with a torch, I let it rest on the counter for about 20 minutes. Then, I added the sugar topping and put it under the broiler for 2 to 3 minutes to caramelize.)
I would encourage you to make the time you think you can’t find for your family. Share the family stories with your kids. Visit often. Have no regrets, so that when you lose someone you love, you can feel blessed.