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Nadia Gerassimenko's avatar

A heartrending post. My heart sunk regarding your father. Thank you for sharing such a vulnerable, raw, open piece. And also the recipe! I also don't quite follow recipes. I just can't. I often look at the photos or the videos and then figure it out myself. Somehow it works out.

PS:

Can you write a poem with these lines?

"How do you know when a roast chicken is ready?

“When it smells savoury and the skin has popped and the wing tips are extra crispy.”

What’s the best wine to use for a white sauce?

“Whatever is left over from the night before.”"

LOVE the poetry in them.

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Nathan Slake's avatar

A journey, as every one of your posts is.

You write with raw vulnerability, which is a beautiful thing to do.

My wife's father suffers from severe Parkinson's and now dementia and is in a home. During his cognitive decline, there were similar moments of saying things that stung, both with my mother-in-law and also my wife. It's heart-breaking, especially when you know that such words are not coming from the person that used to be there.

I'm sorry for all you had to go through, Taegan. Thank you for sharing this with us, though.

On a lighter note: my relationship with cooking has blossomed over the years. I thoroughly enjoy the process now, whereas I gave it no thought as a child and sadly never watched my mum or dad cook to learn from them. But now I find it almost meditative, provided that all ingredients are bought and I know what I'm cooking. I'm also somewhat OCD when it comes to cleaning up as I go. Things take me two or three times as long as they should because I'm constantly cleaning up after myself.

My wife... not so much 🤣 if I leave her alone and I come back into the kitchen, it always amazes me just how much mess one can create in such a short span of time, haha. (But of course, it is one of the many little things that endear me to her even more.)

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