Your mom suffered a second degree burn on a large part of her palm this past Sunday. The circumstances surrounding it are suspect – neither of us can recall exactly why it happened. She pulled a wok out of the oven (she was making a German pancake for some friends) with a oven mitt on one hand but didn’t think about where to put it because the stove top was already covered with other pans. My theory is that it either got too heavy or too hot through the glove and she instinctively went to balance it with the her other hand. So that burned bad. The wok was at least 400 degrees Fahrenheit :(
The past week has been chore-intensive for me, and by chores, all I’m talking about is cooking, dishes, and laundry, so it’s not even a lot. The last time I did this high a percentage of the chores was when we got in a fight over whatever. The last time I did this high a percentage of the chores for an extended period was when I was single.
I know I’ve complained about doing chores over the course my relationship with your mother, but this event has made me realize how spoiled and fortunate I actually am! As is often the case in life, take away something and you will appreciate that something. Cooking is a lot of work! I’m not even sure how I survived on my own for so many years. If I ever complain about doing the dishes or downplay how much work it is to cook, cite this letter please.
So what does that mean for this week’s meals? It means we get to eat out a bit more, but it also means a lot of curry. My days of cooking curry is stuff of legend. I used to spend every Sunday cooking a large vat of curry and then ration it out into ten Tupperware containers for my week’s lunches and dinners. How I didn’t get sick of it, I’m not sure, but it is the genesis for why we think I could survive on cardboard. Your mom was very sweet and made sure to order all the ingredients I would need for the curry before I even declared it to be the meal of the week. She just knows.
Anyway, this letter is really a tribute to your mom. She’s one tough cookie – survived a week of using only one hand and eating my cooking. I hope you won’t have to suffer through either of those things.