As lack of mobility and the associated incapacity of old age increase in our daily lives, we become more and more acutely aware of that which we may can do today, but surely may not be able to do tomorrow.
I have for the most part over the years enjoyed cooking but for part of this past year have had to hire caretakers to come in and relieve me of most of my cooking duties. Of course as you may well guess, they don’t do it the way you do it so things don’t normally go so well. Especially if you are as picky about food as I am. Currently I have relieved all those supposedly cooking caregivers and have taken my cooking duties back over as best I could.
Yesterday evening was one of those times when I made up my mind I was going to cook myself a pot of dumplings. Now nobody made dumplings like “mama” but over the years I think I came pretty close to developing her style and technique. Given the standing up involved and the time involved it is now these days a fairly difficult meal for me to attempt to cook. But not knowing if it would be my last time or not, I had to have one more pot of “mamas” dumplings.
As it were, they turned out really well as hopefully reflected by the photo below. I’ve lost a little weight so that pot of dumplings may go a long way in resolving that little weight issue.
Anyway, if that indeed turns out to be my last fling in the kitchen with my favorite dumpling dish, well so be it. At least it was a good experience for the most part and satisfied that old anguished saying, “If only I could have done or had this or that just one more time…”