Father’s Day is coming up, and we have to talk about the husbands/partners/baby daddies in our lives. Scroll down to Just Sayin’ for my special note to the dads out there who are rockin’ this gig.
Our featured article is a thank you to the great fathers out there who do all the things we don’t want to. We’re really glad you like to do that stuff.
And of course, our Recipes of the Week have dads in mind. Check out our five delicious dinner recipes your family will love!
Happy Father’s Day!
10 Reasons He’s The Best Dad Ever
By Julie Burton
Men don't know what it feels like to have a baby kick a full bladder. They don’t really know the top level of the unofficial medical pain scale — level 10 childbirth. They also have nipples for no reason. But that doesn't make them less of a parent. Men are great parents and, this Father's Day, we salute you — to our husbands and partners — the best dads ever.
And here's why my husband (and probably yours, too) are the best dads ever. . .
The kids admire his bodily functions. You know when you first start dating and any mention of pooping, peeing, burping, farting, and accidentally shitting your pants is a little awkward? That’s over now. It’s not awkward anymore. Watching the father of your children run into the house, holding his ass, and repeating “Get out of my way, kids! MOVE!” is breaking all the barriers of awkwardness. The kids know shit happens to the best of dads and that shit always happens in the biggest and most dramatic way when Dad's around.
He’s a pool dad. Hear me out — a pool dad is different than a dad with a “dad bod.” Let’s not confuse the two. A dad bod is – well, it’s a dad with a gut, if I’m going to be honest. It’s 2024, we’re done judging bodies. But we are not judging the pool dads. Pool dads are the real heroes of summer. They’re the ones diving, jumping, throwing the kids, doing synchronized swimming, and timing who can stay underwater the longest. They’re everything a mom could ever hope for because there's no way in hell she's doing a cannonball only for the neighborhood to see a boob pop out.
He’s the grossest kind of messy. “Hey, hold your nose and check out what’s growing in this sippy cup of milk I found in my car. Kinda cool.” There’s only one parent who can teach the kids that there is such a thing as dry-washing hands on your shorts. It's always Dad.
You know those friends that get super hyper when they’re tired and they’re actually kinda fun to hang around because their energy radiates in the evening? There was a dad behind that. Sleep? Not until you give dad 20 push ups and settle a wrestling match. In the end, maybe our husbands are trying to prepare the kids for their own kids by putting Mom through hell. But that's fine, dear. I'm waking your grandpa ass up when we're watching our grandkids.
He’s always warm. Dads are always warm. Cuddling in Dad’s giant, warm arms comes in handy after he hardwires the house thermostat to temperatures set to the frozen tundra and Mom can’t figure out how to un-hardwire it.
He teaches my kids the style acronym – IDGAF. Crocs are cool. And so are American Eagle cargo shorts. Only Dad will try to squeeze his ass into his high school baseball pants to coach softball. He has a style like no other. It's the IDGAF style.
To be honest, he’s the parent that doesn’t go batshit crazy at the words, “relax” or “calm down.” You tell Dad to relax and he will.
The kids have him wrapped around their finger. You know the saying. It means he would do anything for the kids. He would take a bullet for them. He would buy them a pony or at least a pony ride. He would even smell the finger he’s wrapped around if the kids asked him to. He would smell the finger. Yep, he would do that.
He’s a killer. Not to sound psycho but to totally make husbands sound psycho – they're good at killing things. Monsters under the bed, ants in the kitchen, taking a bat to a spider, or setting up mouse traps. Mickey Mouse meets his maker in our house.
He can fix things. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. If it is broke, the kids probably did it, and dad will find a way to fix it. The way to fix it is usually solved by spending half a day at Home Depot then rolling in the driveway with . . . is that a new grill? You know what? That’s ok. That's fine. That’s how we know he’s the best dad.
This June, Happy Father's Day to the dads, daddies, papas, and to anyone else with nipples for no reason. Parenting is not for the weak and we salute you.
RECIPES OF THE WEEK:
Mmmm. Meatball Pasta Alfredo, Perfect Blackened Fish, and the Best Beef Kebabs are a few of our five mouth-watering family dinners this week. We hope you and the dad/husband/partner in your life enjoy these Father’s Day-inspired recipes.
Sweet and Smoky Ribs
Ingredients:
2 tablespoons chili powder
2 tablespoons onion powder
2 tablespoons kosher salt
2 teaspoons smoked paprika
2 tablespoons packed light brown sugar
1 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
3 racks baby back ribs (approx. 9 pounds total)
1 cup favorite BBQ sauce
Instructions:
Preheat the oven to 300°. Combine the chili powder, onion powder, salt, paprika, brown sugar, black pepper and cayenne in a medium bowl. Sprinkle the spice mix on both sides of each rack of ribs.
Wrap each rack individually in a double layer of foil and divide between 2 rimmed baking sheets. Bake the ribs until the meat will easily pull apart with a fork, but the racks still hold together, about 2 hours 15 minutes to 2 hours 30 minutes.
When the ribs are finished roasting, preheat a grill to medium. Unwrap the ribs. Brush each side with 2 to 3 tablespoons BBQ sauce.
Grill the ribs meat-side down until well marked and the ribs release easily from the grill, 3 to 4 minutes. Flip and continue grilling until well marked on the other side, 2 to 3 minutes.
Transfer the ribs to a cutting board and generously brush each rack with more sauce. Slice into 4-rib portions.
Perfect Blackened Fish
Ingredients: