tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592680.post1763313646012053472..comments2023-06-14T04:57:28.104-04:00Comments on Foodie Chickie: A marinade for my fatherfoodiechickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17280042868658186834noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592680.post-70205125682936384392012-06-27T20:57:14.765-04:002012-06-27T20:57:14.765-04:00This post made me think of my Grandfather. When I...This post made me think of my Grandfather. When I was little, you couldn't get near him when he was grilling the Shish Kebab. When we got together with cousins at the beach for the summer, it used to be a battle of the men. Not sure where hot Italian sausages came into play, but that was another grill battle. Everything else was left to the Moms, but the Shish Kebab was a matter of pride for the men. My Dad was Irish, so he stayed out of it LOL. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com