Sometimes I am so obtuse that it's a wonder I have elbows.
My grandmother has just died and my grandfather is in palliative care; it's no wonder I'm not feeling motivated. Instead of going to the gym I've been cooking and thinking about old stories, such as the time my grandfather cored apples with an electric drill; the time my grandmother discovered canned beetroot and didn't let on; and of course, lots of meals at their house over the years.
For these and other reflections, click on the latest posts on my food blog.
Dear Alison,
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your loss, and I loved your stories!
I'm a chemist who loves to cook. Sometimes my face feels quite naked without my safety glasses in the kitchen. And I label all my bottles of spices and ground beans and grains meticulously (and always on the bottle, not the lid, in case the lids get changed).
My housemates (a friend and my husband) just laugh at me and put up with it :-)