September 21, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every
day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
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| Home cooked dinner. Chicken, potatoes and green beans delivered to us by my sister and her husband. Much more successful than my cooking attempts. |
I
admit that I’m not a great cook. I didn’t inherit any cooking genes. Lucky for
me, I married a man who takes care of the grocery shopping and cooking.
However, since recent surgery, he has to abandon his chef’s hat temporarily.
When
I cook, I can be creative and put something together from whatever is in the refrigerator.
The problem is, nobody likes it except for me. Breakfast is a challenge. It is
a major meal for David but I usually just have fresh fruit, tea and little else.
While David’s cooking has been on hold, I’ve prepared scrambled eggs, French
toast, peach pancakes, fried potatoes, hash, etc. It is impossible to time
everything to be ready at the same time. Sometimes I burn; other times I undercook.
David tells me what a good job I am doing but I think that’s more from
appreciation than fact.
So
today, we had very welcome visitors. My sister Nancy and her husband Joe drove
the distance from Harford County to deliver a wonderful baked chicken dinner
for tonight and a crockpot dinner for another night. Dessert came with it too. Nancy
is the one who inherited cooking genes from our mother. It was thoughtful of
her to deliver her home cooked meals to us. Maybe she felt sorry for brother-in-law,
knowing that her sister is a failure in the kitchen.
My
gift today is home cooking delivered to my house.
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