My Dad, Lloyd Pipes, is pictured at the left.
I got a good start being born into the family of Lloyd and Charlotte Pipes. I was
a chubby by the time I was three (but lean by the time I was 12). Always
fresh in my memory is the food of the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s, at home in
Indianapolis. Dad gave Mom, my brother, Jerry, and I the jump on each day,
every day at 7:00 a.m. sharp! Each day’s start was as regular as the clock. Dad
served his family bacon and eggs every morning it seemed like 365 days a
year. “When Dad hollered, “Come and get a breakfast fit for a king!” you'd better be on your way to the table.
Dad
got up at 5:30 a.m. every morning. The first thing he did was to get down on
his knees and pray. Then he would sit in his easy chair and read his Bible. I
know this to be true because I was curious and I sometimes woke up and toddled
my waif down the dark hall and sneaked a peek into the living room. And what
did the little boy see? His dad was either on his knees praying or sitting in
his big chair reading the Bible.
After
his devotions, I saw Dad in the kitchen. The first thing on the agenda was to
fix a pot of coffee. My Dad loved his coffee—“Oh my boy, you want to
drink your coffee HOT and black!” he would intone.
Dad
started cooking breakfast while the coffee was brewing. He methodically poured
each of us a glass of orange juice and put them in the freezer (he wanted the
juice to be ice cold when we came to the table). Then he carefully fried 12
perfect slices of bacon. If slices turned out not to be as good as he expected,
he fried replacement slices. He wanted breakfast to be perfect 7 days a week.
When
the fixings were close to being done, Dad would go their bedroom and gently
wake Mom, give her a little smooch and tell her that her breakfast was ready. This
meant that her place was set and a glass of near frozen orange juice was
waiting for her (the juice wouldn't be frozen, but there would be ice crystals in it). Bread was in the toaster, ready to be toasted.
Dad
then ran back to the kitchen, got her bread toasting, fried and plated two
perfect eggs, arranged three strips of bacon and her hot toast on the plate,
and I swear, finished his presentation just as she was entering the kitchen, when he deftly slid the plate in front of her.
Can
you believe this? God knows I’m telling it like it was, day after day after
day—except for the days when Dad bad sick, including the weeks he was laid up
with fractured vertebrae as a result on falling down our icy steps with my
heavy newspaper bag hanging on his back to help me deliver my papers. He was the king.
After
serving mother, Dad would run back and stand in the hall between our bedrooms
and holler, “Okay you boys, you come to the table right now for a breakfast fit
for a king!” And
we knew, we had better bolt out of our beds and be in the kitchen pronto.
From
the beginning, Dad taught me to cook breakfast and to do it right!ent Harrison’s Home in Indianapolis
Lloyd Pipes breakfast fit for a king
Ingredients: Per Dad (but I’ve
made some additions which are included.)
- Orange juice: We had plenty of
orange juice.
- Bacon, Oscar Meyer bacon, carefully
selected to include a nice blend of lean meat and fat.
- Eggs, Farm fresh and large
- Potatoes, I’ve added hash
browns to Dad’s menu. You’ll need boiled potatoes, bell
peppers, onions, sliced thin (mushrooms are optional).
- Toast, including raisin,
sunflower, and wheat. My wife, Nancy, has added a variety of home-baked breads.
- Preserves: A variety of the
best available.
- Coffee: They didn’t have gourmet coffee then, but
we do now and added it to Dad’s menu.
- Fresh fruit: Dad loved fruit. We
always had fresh fruit in the house to eat whenever we wanted it. In later
years Dad made fabulous fruit salads for us and for the church.
We
had plenty of milk and coffee. It is a very good idea to have cereal (to be politically correct), but we
didn’t eat much cereal. Grains were for farm animals when I was a boy.
Dad
never put cream on the table for coffee, except for company. He didn’t believe
in putting crème in coffee. “What? You
put cream in your coffee? Well, what’s happened to you son! Oh my—black coffee
is the best.”
Instructions: (Per Dad, with our additions.)
The bacon—Fry bacon slowly in an electric skillet at
325 degrees. “Don’t walk away or take your eyes off the bacon, boy! Stand there
and keep turning the bacon so it cooks evenly, until it is a beautiful golden brown. That’s
the secret—fry slow over low heat and keep turning the slices. Don’t you burn the
bacon. Do it right, son!”
“Move
the fried bacon to paper towels to soak up any remaining grease. Then put three
slices on every plate.” Dad arranged the plates on the counter next to the
electric skillet. He pour the grease out of the skillet into an empty can. Don’t
pour grease down the drain. That’s why you see the plumber at the neighbors.”
The toast—“Do it right now
boy. Stand there in front of the toaster. Don’t walk away from the toaster.
Keep your attention focused on what you are doing! Have your butter soft and
ready to spread the instant that toast is cooked. Put 2 slices of buttered toast
on each.”
The eggs—Press the end of a
stick of butter on your skillet and move it around as the butter melts to
evenly coat the skillet with a minimum of grease. It isn’t good for your health
to over butter! Have the electric skillet set to 325 degrees (just below medium
on a range burner). Carefully break the eggs into the skillet. Fry a single serving of 2-3 eggs at a time. Don’t
turn them too soon. Don’t burn those
eggs. When the first side is perfectly fried, turn them over with a big, thin
Teflon spatula with a sharp beveled edge. You got to scoot under and pull those
eggs up so’s not to break the yokes. You’ll soon learn the perfect time to turn
the eggs. Don’t walk away from that stove. Keep your eyes on the eggs!”
About
a minute later you going to be ready to scoop them eggs up—and flip them
eggs back over onto the plate—the original side up is the prettiest way to lay
them eggs out. Now just keep frying’ eggs and as each plate is done you
serve them immediately. Have those folks at the table drinkin’ their coffee and
ready to eat so's you can put that plate of hot eggs in front of them. I must say
that dad always had a pad of paper towels in hand and he turned those eggs out
onto the pad to take up any excess grease—Dad would never serve you a greasy
plate of eggs. I use such a small amount of butter that I turn those eggs out
onto the plates.
Broken
yokes?—Dad
saved those for himself because he only served perfect eggs to guests and
family. Don’t you serve your guests or family any broken yokes boy!
Hash
browns
— Fresh shredded potatoes are hash browns and they are only fried one way.
Right! Keep the fire down to 325 degrees. Pour a little Crisco vegetable oil over the potatoes. Keep your eye on the potatoes and turn
them often. Fry them up to a golden brown and serve them hot—with some
ketchup, salt, and pepper there on the table to season them up. I decided it is more than okay to toss in some chopped onion, green pepper, and mushrooms.
If
you’re serving hash browns—cook them first before you start your bacon and then
put them into the oven a low temperature to keep them warm. Keep an eye on them
and cover them if necessary to keep them from getting too brown. I prefer the Simply Fresh brand of hash browns which are ready to fry.
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