I was walking through a store this evening when I came across the aisle where you buy things like maraschino cherries and those little umbrellas for your cocktail. My eyes rested on a jar of pickled onions.. .. For some reason, these things have always held a special place in my heart.. MY dad would put them in his drink.. I’m guessing in hindsight it was a martini… but I was too young to know.. My first recollection of hard liquor was always tinged with that delicious sour pickled onion taste that meant ‘end of a long hard day of work for my dad’.. He would always let us eat the onions.. I think i was a grown up  before I realized that martinis didn’t taste that good.. it was just the onions.

Seeing them on the shelf tonight made me miss my dad  .. and his martinis and his onions  very much.

Cheers dad…

nite all, nite sam

-me