Daily cooking in the nursing facility, formerly known as my parents home, has become more of a daily chore and less an act of love and joy. I am truly sorry to share this with you, but it’s the honest truth. The cooking itself still brings me some level of peace— knowing we’re all eating nutritious food, sharing a meal and that we even have food on our table while others do not have that privilege. But in the midst of the daily to do’s and appointments— cooking has become another item to check off the list for the day, turning what I once saw as art into something rote and somewhat mechanical. It’s another responsibility.
Read MoreThe last time I attempted to write was on May 3rd. On May 3rd I started to log all of my fire escape meals and then stopped, it was sudden. The onset likely spurred from an online dating burn, I can tend to get lost in my thoughts and in my mind. I’ll cook, create and eat - there’s always eating -
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