Pickled Herring with My Dad
Sometimes Food is More than a Snack
When I was three, my dad sat on the edge of my bed many nights after placing a plate of our favorite snack by my ballerina music box, and then delved into Treasure Island or Nancy Drew.
When I was six, I sat cross-legged at his feet, beneath the TV tray laid with our favorite Sunday football snack, Jim Brown dominating the field while the crowds roared, my dad handing me a Ritz cracker smeared with cream cheese and topped by a chunk of pickled herring. “That’s disgusting,” my mom was apt to say while my brother pantomimed a barfing boy.
When I was eight, my dad taught me to ice skate. He cut figure eights holding my hand, lifting me off the ground like a flying princess. When we finished, cheeks ruddy, we simmered hot chocolate with marshmallows to drink with our pickled herring snack. My mother wrinkled her nose. “Chocolate and pickled fish?”
When I was 15, my dad and I sat at the Formica bar in my parents’ kitchen eating our pickled herring while he told me stories of his Army days storming Normandy Beach during the first wave and admiring the beautiful women. The only French he remembered was now a song, “Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi?” It means will you sleep with me, although he swore he never kissed a girl until he met my mother.
When I was 18, my dad and I ate pickled herring at the Formica bar days before my wedding, when he made me promise to finish college and handed me a check for a down payment on my first house.
When I was 26, my dad landed in the hospital, where I sat and held his hand. “They can’t find anything wrong. I’ll be home in the morning.” He grumbled about the food and asked my mom to make roast beef for his homecoming dinner and me to buy a jar of pickled herring. I kissed him and promised, later tucking it beside the cream cheese, which you could now buy whipped.
My dad died that night. Even now, decades later, I search for what has worked its way to the back of the refrigerator, and dig out the pickled herring, eating it out of the jar with a two-pronged silver shrimp fork, each briny, sweet chunk a different memory of my dad, nourishing me always.
About the Creator
Lacy Loar-Gruenler
Lacy Loar-Gruenler worked for a decade as a newspaper journalist and editor. In March 2023, she completed an MFA in Creative Writing and Literature at Harvard University.
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Comments (32)
This is beautiful and brave. I love that you went with an unconventional snack many turn their noses up at, and made this a prose poem instead of the standard form. But the bravest part is the vulnerability.
I like how this moves through the years, and the strength of your relationship with your Dad is shown in such small things that bring joy. It’s oddly specific like childhood memories are, and beautifully written Lacy🤗
This is such a moving piece- you have this dad completely filled with emotions. What an incredible tribute. Congrats on the win!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Well done Lacy! I am sooo happy this placed. I loved it the first time I read it and even more just now. Good on you!
Back to say congrats on placing. This was one of my favourite entries of this challenge! Your dad would be proud of this one, I bet and how you elevated pickled herrings to something magical, as all good snacks!
Congratulations on the win, Lacy! Wonderful, and unexpected, snacktime memory. Loved it!
Just back to say congratulations on your win Lacy! Truly deserved and well done. I wonder what you will spend the winning on? A jar of herring?
This made me cry. That caught me off guard because they didn't find anything wrong with him. I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Nicely Done. Congratulations on Top Story.
Really sweet memories you've shared and your style is so kind to the soul. Pickled herring, " sill" in Swedish is a demand on special occasions yet I don't think, rather I know I would not have liked it as a girl. Your father seemed like a loveable man. I choose you to win th snack challenge !
OMG, you brought back wonderful memories of my dad! I was the only girl so he played with me when he had been too busy for the brothers. He ate Pig's Feet, Herring pickled or in cream (which I can't find - at least it doesn't look like it used to). He watched a ball game while listening to one on the radio. They might have been great friends. Thank you for this wonderful story!!
Lacy, only you could pack so much poignance and beauty into such a short piece about your favorite snack. I'd heard you mention pickled herring before, but never had I heard you mention it in the context of your dad. How heartbreaking that you lost him on a night when he was sure that he was coming home. You inspire me to realize that a snack is more than just a snack; oftentimes, when we share it with others, it's the element that binds us.
I never eat pickled herring. But if I do I will toast to you and your dad.
This is beautiful. So so beautiful. I love that it is one of those things many people would be like "ew" at coupled with the fact that it became a ritual, a thing between you and your dad. Like Rachel...I feel we learn so much about your dad, in the few, well chosen words you've used. I love how it progresses like a mini history. Well done on writing this, I so hope it places and congrats on Top Story. Made me smile and feel emotional all at the same time. Also, I thought I was subscribed already, but I've fixed that and now I am.
Lacy, a trip literally down memory lane in a potted history of the time you spent with your dad. Food can be so evocative, can't it? He sounds like a great man and I get a real sense of him in so few words.
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Heartbreaking yet joyful and a riveting read. Congrats on the TS and good luck in the challenge. Pickled herring though? No thanks 😊
That is wonderful - food is always evocative of people and places - loved it!
What a sweet story, congratulations on top story!
Heartfelt story!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Aww this is so beautiful, and so filled with cherished memories. Congrats on the TS.
Yay! Top story! Well deserved.
such beautiful memories.
This is simply perfect. All of it. The world within a world you two created. Thank you for sharing these memories