{"id":8360,"date":"2016-06-19T18:52:20","date_gmt":"2016-06-19T18:52:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/food.hoggardwagner.org\/?p=8360"},"modified":"2016-06-19T18:52:20","modified_gmt":"2016-06-19T18:52:20","slug":"green-eggs-and-ham-bacon-here-and-an-absent-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/food.hoggardwagner.org\/?p=8360","title":{"rendered":"green eggs and ham (bacon, here), and an absent father"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bacon_and_eggs_arugula\"<\/p>\n

I thought of my father as\u00a0we sat down to breakfast today.<\/p>\n

Although his given names\u00a0were Clarence Henry, everyone outside of his huge\u00a0family, which knew him as Clarence, called him ‘Wags’. \u00a0He loved bacon and eggs, generally preferring them raw, whipped and sprinkled with salt and pepper (at least at home). He had grown up on a large dairy farm in Wisconsin among 14 siblings, and there were\u00a0often\u00a0others who had been taken in by his parents. We always imagined he had decided early on that he didn’t want to wait for cooked eggs to arrive at the table, but that was only a guess.<\/p>\n

Family and friends in\u00a0need were his priorities. \u00a0He arranged his life to share breakfast,\u00a0lunch (driving home from the office), and dinner with us every day until the one on which\u00a0he died in 1958, at 51.<\/p>\n

Clarence\u00a0would have turned\u00a0110 this year.<\/p>\n

I would like to think he would\u00a0have been pleased by\u00a0the meal (this one of\u00a0cooked<\/em> eggs) which we enjoyed today while thinking of him. \u00a0Because we ate at what would be\u00a0lunch time for decent folks, he would probably have taken\u00a0a short nap afterward, as he did every day after the midday meal.<\/p>\n

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\"window_breakfast\"<\/p>\n

looking into the gardens, from the breakfast room<\/p>\n

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