I was so happy to give up cooking for other people after my husband died. But it's hard cooking for one - my freezer is a testament to things I cooked and froze. They're now unrecognizable in their film of ice. On the plus side, I'm near several little markets with home-made stuff. Just not MY home...
Since going to the market is more a trip for me, I bundle my errands and make what I call my circle tour. If I'm not up to a drive into town or if the road's closed, my freezer is my best friend. I've had some interesting meals.
Yes, eating for one. After 10 years, I'm still figuring it out. I could really relate to your story. And I'm glad the grief of losing your husband has eased for you, though I know it's something you have to live with.
We've shared our losses using this cyber connection, haven't we? 10 years for you, 7 for me. Thanks for connecting and staying connected. You inspire me with the excellent content on Literary Rambles.
Ouch. I had both (adult) children at home when my husband died (thank you, pandemic). It was a while before I started working on cooking for one. I eat a lot of stir-fries and salads, which are easier to scale. Costco doesn’t get much of my business anymore, though there are still a few non-perishables I like to get there.
I guess the keyword here is "adjustment." That necessity arrives just when you're ready to settle into dotage and comfortable, predictable ways. Life is a constant teacher.
Fugue music run ragged. Loss of time that you can’t turn back the clock. Food can not replace a face or conversation at a dinner table. I learned the art of spices. Start with a potato. Add cheese. Paprika or cayenne. If not all eaten, add an egg and make a fritter. One item becomes another.excites the palate. Write down foods, create recipes that have multiple variations. See and grow your food in in a pot. Sweet potatoes are great air fresheners, heart shaped leaves, blue morning glory flowers. Explore possibilities.
I just had to reply after your note on fiction dealer re my style.
Write what we know, that's what the experts say. Very well done. Heavy sigh.
Well, we certainly have a few wells to draw from. Life keeps filling them up.
Yeah, your story brought up a few buckets full from my well. Heavy sigh.
I was so happy to give up cooking for other people after my husband died. But it's hard cooking for one - my freezer is a testament to things I cooked and froze. They're now unrecognizable in their film of ice. On the plus side, I'm near several little markets with home-made stuff. Just not MY home...
Since going to the market is more a trip for me, I bundle my errands and make what I call my circle tour. If I'm not up to a drive into town or if the road's closed, my freezer is my best friend. I've had some interesting meals.
I’m sure you have! Thats because you’re a creative person…
Beautifully done, Lee. One never has enough words for a heartfelt piece like this.
I'm sure you have poetry that expresses these ideas beautifully.
Adjustment. One of those learned and relearned lessons for me. And supermarkets can be a minefield. Thank you. Muchly.
They require attention. That's for sure.
Yes, eating for one. After 10 years, I'm still figuring it out. I could really relate to your story. And I'm glad the grief of losing your husband has eased for you, though I know it's something you have to live with.
We've shared our losses using this cyber connection, haven't we? 10 years for you, 7 for me. Thanks for connecting and staying connected. You inspire me with the excellent content on Literary Rambles.
Ouch. I had both (adult) children at home when my husband died (thank you, pandemic). It was a while before I started working on cooking for one. I eat a lot of stir-fries and salads, which are easier to scale. Costco doesn’t get much of my business anymore, though there are still a few non-perishables I like to get there.
I guess the keyword here is "adjustment." That necessity arrives just when you're ready to settle into dotage and comfortable, predictable ways. Life is a constant teacher.
Fugue music run ragged. Loss of time that you can’t turn back the clock. Food can not replace a face or conversation at a dinner table. I learned the art of spices. Start with a potato. Add cheese. Paprika or cayenne. If not all eaten, add an egg and make a fritter. One item becomes another.excites the palate. Write down foods, create recipes that have multiple variations. See and grow your food in in a pot. Sweet potatoes are great air fresheners, heart shaped leaves, blue morning glory flowers. Explore possibilities.
I just had to reply after your note on fiction dealer re my style.
You have outlined it well, among the stories in the summer, I like it.