Jambalaya Kabobs

Wow, it’s already about time for Father’s Day again? It seems like we were just celebrating this! The last year has seriously flown by. Father’s Day is doubly special for my Dad, because his birthday is always right around (or on) Father’s Day as well.

My Dad is pretty easy to please  – we take him to a Detroit Tigers game, buy him a beer and a hot dog, and it’s all good. After all, it’s almost always a beautiful, sunny June day in Michigan. What more could you need, really?

Well, I also like to make dinner for my Dad after we get back from the baseball game, and I always want to make sure it’s something he’ll really like. I don’t subject him to my favorite food, because if I tried to serve him beets, I’m pretty sure I’d never live it down.

This Father’s Day, I’m firing up the grill for Jambalaya Kabobs. I’ve had this recipe idea bouncing around in my head for several years now. In fact, at my old job as a recipe tester for a publishing company, I pitched this idea to my boss, and she thought it sounded weird and ignored my suggestion.

Well, since I’m the CEO of Foxes Love Lemons, I made the executive decision that my Dad would like to celebrate his two favorite holidays with a dish like these Jambalaya Kabobs (my husband, a father to our little yellow dog, enjoyed them too).

While they weren’t much in the looks department, they were very tasty. Hey, some things just don’t photograph well (especially if you accidentally cook them a little too long while listening to your husband tell you about his business trip to China that he literally JUST got home from 10 minutes prior). What are ya gonna do?

These just scream DAD to me: they’re grilled, there’s multiple kinds of meat on them, they’re sort of spicy, and there’s no beets in sight. I took many of the ingredients of a classic jambalaya – chicken thighs, andouille sausage, shrimp, green peppers, tomato and onion – sprinkled some cajun seasoning on them, threaded them onto skewers and grilled ’em up. I hope my Dad is proud to have a daughter who can grill. Ya taught me well, Dad.