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I've just only settled into a writing groove when it's time to go to the kitchen again.
About eight years ago, the Mama's health was failing because of poor nutrition. All she wanted to eat was cereal or frozen waffles and 2% lactose-free milk. Thank goodness for milk. Maybe if she didn't work so hard and long in her flower and vegetable gardens, she could've made do. But, the Mama can't stand still. And, as we all know, when we live alone, we pretty much eat what we want to eat and when we want to eat it.
So, about eight years ago, it was quite obvious that her high-carbo, minuscule protein diet had taken its toll on her body. The decision wasn't easy for everyone involved, but it was made. The mama, the husband, and I became roomies.
Today, the husband and I seem to spend a lot of time in the kitchen every day. Me cooking; him washing dishes; and me, him, and the mama eating. Most days, three times a day.
The mama does her own breakfast because she gets up an hour or so earlier than us. She likes her cereal, and she likes a lot of it. That's okay, because now she eats cereal only once a day, and she has taken to eating it with nuts and dried fruit. Tiny, big steps for her.
Lunch and dinner are when the three of us come together at the table. Thankfully, we don't have set hours for meals. I just keep tabs on the time and make sure we don't go over five hours between meals. The time between breakfast and lunch is longer for the mama than for us, so to make sure she doesn't get weaky-weaky (her term for being just that) when she's working in the garden, I give her a glass of juice to tide her over. I only figured to do that a couple of months ago.
I used to pride myself in being able to put a homemade meal together in 20 to 30 minutes. This was before Rachel Ray ever did her thing on TV. Now, its seem to take me forever, which I guess is another aging thing. Lunch, maybe, I can get on the table in 15 minutes. It's usually sandwiches or leftovers.
Dinner is another story. Making dinner can take me almost 45 minutes or an hour, if there's a lot of chopping and dicing involved. I like it when the husband makes dinner. We get in the car and come home with take-out. It would be easier to go sit in a restaurant, but it's not so easy getting the mama to one.
It's a good thing I like to cook; the husband likes to wash dishes (really, he does); and the mama, him, and me like to eat. As for the mama's health? Like I said, she can't stand still. That's a very good thing.