(blog by Teri Thorson)
I’ve never been much of a cook, before injury or after, though my family might disagree with that one. But since my injury I really find it frustrating. Nothing seems quite set up well enough so that the preparation can just flow easily and it doesn’t take FOREVER.
It’s at the intersections of our similarities that we find solutions. Finding the common ground is about opening yourself up to telling the world around you what you need and finding out what you can and want to give.
You may not like cooking, but you learn to appreciate good food and health and you find the drive to learn. You find ways to make awesome food. You do this because it matches the way you want to live - and what you want to give your children. Plus, you get sick of eating out of a bag or box. Motivated by appreciation of good tastes, textures and nourishment - you learn.
You may find sharpening knives difficult - and in my own experience, I’m shit at it - so the knife shop at the mall or mobile service does it for you. Once in a while a friend/partner may be around and able to share their skill. You ask because they can do this; and you can then cut them a slice of bread for that water you serve up (or cheese with wine | salami with beer).
Your neighbour’s child may be restless alone so you send your child next door to go play so the two young ball/truck/sand-pit goers can be occupied together, giving you time to workout or do something solo. It’s a barter system.
Let’s all open up to each other and trade what we can for what each other needs.
(Break into song, like ‘Feed the World’ - more than a band - so eighties, nineties … and yet, so always ‘the present’. Be.)