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Dads and Barbecues

Father’s Day and barbecues are a tried and true tradition. Around Manchester, it’s not steak and brats on the menu, but salmon. The town’s annual salmon bake, now in its 44th year and run by Friends of the Manchester Library, is steeped in tradition. From what I hear, it’s like a class reunion for old-time Manchester residents. Funds raised benefit the library.
When: 11:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. Sunday
Where: Manchester Library
Cost: $14 for adults, $10 for children 6-11 years and $5 for children under 6.
Info: (360) 871-3921; http://www.manchesterwa.org/.

In other Dad’s day BBQ news, Bible Baptist in Port Orchard will be enticing dads to its 10 a.m. service with drinks, snacks and a free barbecue after the service.
When: 10 a.m. to noon Sunday
Where: 6703 Bethel Rd. SE, Port Orchard, WA 98367
Cost: free
Info: (360) 876-0602

And in Port Ludlow, dads can learn to barbecue “low and slow” with Chef Dan Ratigan of the Resort in Port Ludlow.
“Learn to clean, rub and slowly cook pork shoulder, beef brisket and whole chickens to make them tender and flavorful.
“Following the class, guests will share a grilled meal on the veranda with an optional wine pairing of robust grill-friendly reds from Argentina, France and Washington.”
When: 3 p.m. to 6 p.m.
Where: 1 Heron Road Port Ludlow, WA 98365
Cost: $39 to $59
Info: (360) 437-5160

Stopped by Trader Joe’s

I am not sure these people ever left the store. (Photo by Larry Steagall, Kitsap Sun
One of the things Yogi Berra is credited with saying is, “Nobody goes there anymore; it’s too crowded.”

On Saturday while gassing up at Costco I got the fool notion to stop by Trader Joe’s, which is described as the Krispy Kreme of grocery stores or the Wal-Mart for yuppies by its detractors and fans. I had only been to the store a couple of times when I was living in Camas and I didn’t really catch the vision of what so many people seem to appreciate, or idolize, or detest.

We had a few calls last week telling us we hadn’t done enough stories on Trader Joe’s leading up to its opening. Based on the crowd I saw on Saturday we did plenty. I managed to find a good enough parking spot. I had planned to go to Costco to get the meat I’d be barbecuing Sunday for Father’s Day, but thought maybe Trader Joe’s would have what I wanted and that maybe the crowd would be manageable to negotiate.

This is the part of the story where I reveal that I am a little claustrophobic. It’s situational. I especially get it when I’m carting around my kids. Put me alone in a crowd of people exiting Safeco Field and I’m fine. Put me in a grocery store with a 4-year-old boy and I’m fidgety like Robin Williams during a moment of silence. I managed to make it back to the meat and browsed enough to see that the store has a lot of things I would like.

No way, though, was I going to stand in line behind 18 people just to get out of there. I stood in a line that long to get out of Mexico once and I’m not eager to repeat it. That experience was tainted by the fact that I had to pull my car into the border patrol station so officers could search for illegal drugs, fireworks or people. At least I was traveling alone.

I’ll actually have to try some of the Trader Joe’s stuff before I render judgment. I want to try those frozen pizzas with the spinach and tomatoes. The prices really were decent. It looks like a place I would have loved when I was single. I wasn’t hauling around kids then. I was probably more patient.