a curtain of rain
obscures the green mountainside --
Road Work next ten miles.
After
the disappointing turnout for my makdi on Saturday I wanted to put the
obsession for cooking big meals behind me. Put it in perspective. See
if I couldn't quit doing it cold turkey. When Amy went shopping
Saturday morning and then called to say she would also be getting the
tires rotated I took this as a sign we should take a road trip. So we
left Provo for Wendell, Idaho that afternoon to visit her sister's farm.
We
arrived at 8:30 that evening, only to discover that Amy's sister had
given away the rocker recliner we had brought up last year -- the only
comfortable chair for me in the house and where I slept part of each
night. Not only that, but the only available bedroom was upstairs, up
nearly two flights of stairs. My knees would not take me up and down
those steps more than once a day. I said nothing, but the stark look of
disappointment on my face moved Amy's sister to have one of her
football-playing sons pull an abandoned La-Z-Boy out of a storage shed
and put it in the living room for me. I am writing this from the
comfort of that chair, happy and grateful to admit being pampered and
catered to. I sleep very well in it.
I will cook nothing while
we are here. I'm asking Amy to fix me bacon and eggs for breakfast
each morning. For lunch I want to eat nothing but a can of sardines and
a fresh tomato. Dinner will be eaten out at Thai or Indian places
twenty miles away in Twin Falls.
And when we come back to
Provo I hope, I pray, that my cooking mania will finally be put to rest.
Like Prospero I will break my wooden stirring spoon and throw my
cookbooks into the ocean.
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