The father I knew was my grandfather. Pa to everyone. He cooked my meals, washed my clothes and taught me the word of God. I can still remember the smell of raw chocolate being grounded up in the wooden mortar made from the gourd tree. Soon, the sticky glob was made into super hot, delicious cocoa, sweetened with sugar and made white, and even more creamy with freshly squeezed coconut milk.
Another childhood smell that has stayed with me is the smell of raw coffee beans being grounded after being roasted. Pa grew both coffee and chocolate plants behind the small house we lived in. I was very happy to pick the ripe coffee beans, peel back the skin, pop them into my mouth, sucking the soft, sweet gel that surrounds the actual bean.
The real treat for me though was the ripe cocoa pods. I would break those open and repeat the process of sucking the sweet, soft outer coating of the cocoa beans. Thinking about this now reminds me of the comfort and security I felt knowing my grandfather was always there for me.
I was never really interested in the cooked meals that Pa prepared. Still I remember the dishes of minced, salted mackerel, stewed in coconut milk and served with cooked green bananas and dumplings. I’m getting hungry thinking about it and I don’t want to spoil my SuperJuiceMe program so I’m going to stop now.
So, Happy Fathers Day to you Pa. Happy Fathers Day to all dedicated, loving, absolutely gorgeous fathers being loved by your kids today.
Psalms 127: 3-5 (paraphrased) – Children are an heritage from the Lord, …a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them…