I'm home. Back from Eugene and Portland, back to my bed, my kitchen, my garden, my port, my loads of laundry, my....
You get the idea.
For the last three weeks, I was in learning mode and nursing mode:
1. Learn to plan, shop and cook vegan meals.
2. Organize items and tasks that could be done without bending or stretching for my daughter who is recuperating. Organize kitchen cupboards, especially, since she is the main cook in her household.
3. Set rules. Yes, adult children will listen to Mothers as necessary for recuperation.
I did miss my home, my routines and my wonderful Hubby who had to fend-read pick up take-out-without me. Oh the damage to his diet!
When I returned five pounds lighter, full of energy and vigor, he was speechless. How is it that you went up and down stairs, cooked and slaved and are in better shape than you were? He asked.
I learned something new, I told him. Something about eating that I thought was just a fad. I learned that one can be thoughtful about eating, and not feel hungry or deprived.
Well, only once, actually.
It was an evening when I cooked pasta with caponata, and I missed my parmesan cheese topping. Then, I learned something from my daughter, who came to the rescue by whipping up a nut/lemon zest concoction to sprinkle on top of the pasta that made the dish sing Mamma Mia!
From now on, I told Hubby, we are eating more vegetables, a lot more.
Good thing he likes vegetables. Good thing he trusts my cooking. Good thing he is patient with me.
