I went home with my wife for Father’s Day and we did the usual thing where I went to my family’s house while she went to hers.
My dad and step-mom kept with their usual Sunday routine of going to the local Farmer’s Market and making omelettes for brunch.
I’m no omelette fan, but I had some scrambled eggs with them.
After brunch we went on a hike up to the Dish in the Stanford hills.
When we got back my dad made some pizza dough for later.
My dad had already made some plans for the day to go to a Sufi meeting.
My dad has been into eastern religions as long as I’ve been alive. I don’t remember when he started being a Sufi, but he has been for a while now.
Sufism is sort of a mystical interpretation of Islam.
It shares a lot in common with Buddhism so I’ve always described it as a mix of Buddhism and Islam in the past.
What is the religion about? That’s a complicated question. It’s about meditating and praying to figure out what God wants you to do in your life.
There’s also some stuff about dancing in circles, but my dad’s Sufi teacher doesn’t subscribe to that part of Sufism.
The meeting was fun. We talked about particulars of the mystic traditions that are a little hard to describe in writing (sorry!). I’d go to it again if it was in Davis, but it isn’t.
When we got back from the meeting my dad and I made some cheese.
My dad loves making things of all sorts, so why not make some cheese to go on our pizza!
If you haven’t made cheese before, it’s super simple. Cheese is made by adding some enzymes usually taken from animal stomachs to hot milk to curdle it (our enzymes were made by plants somehow).
The milk separates into curds (floaty cheese bits) and whey (gross yellowish liquid). We started with a gallon of milk
We took the curds out of the whey which when put together were about the size of my head.
We squished the liquid out of the curds until they were about the size of two baseballs.
And that’s pretty much it. We added some salt to the cheese and then slapped it on a pizza.
The pizza was great!
We watched some old Wallace and Gromit cartoons after dinner.
Presents fell somewhere in the day as well. I got my dad a graphic novel by one of his favorites authors (sadly he already had the one I got) and two Conan comics!
We waved goodbye and I headed over to pick up my wife at her parents’ house before driving home in the dark.
Happy Father’s Day!