A New Cook
Stauffer Avenue has a new cook in the kitchen. Dennis decided it was time for a hotdish. Maybe he was sick of me making totally healthy food . . . or didn’t care for the oatmeal the other night and was making sure there would not be a repeat. Whatever.
While all the prep was going on in the kitchen, I stayed in the sewing studio and even entertained Dennis’ son-in-law, Tom. Tom came over to chat and he likes to sit in the rocking chair in the sewing studio. Tom is a high risk for the covid as he is recovering from surgery. I felt honored that he knew he would be safe with us.
Groundhog’s day is telling us we are on the tail end of winter. It doesn’t really matter much to me. Taking each day as it comes is a surprise every 24 hours.
After Tom left, the quiet of the sewing studio was rather pleasant. No noise to speak of. Picking stitches gives pause to reflect. One thing that always astonishes me is that my children are grown. Going down memory lane with them in the spotlight is enjoyable. How can time slip by so quickly? It might be a step in the right direction if I would remember how old I was. I don’t feel my age and I sure as heck don’t need to do the “Mirror, mirror on the wall” routine any oftener than necessary. I have earned my smile lines many times over. Save the best and leave the rest . . . remembering that will always leave sweet feelings in the heart.
My responsibility for supper is to pop Dennis’ concoction in the oven at 4:30. Seeing as how I set out the ingredients for his dish, I know we will have a very nutritious supper. Those not familiar with the kitchen on a daily basis need just a bit of help to allow them to feel confident they can pull it off. Yes . . . he did complete with the dishes of the prep having been done. Priceless.