Saying Goodbye to Cooking

And letting go of me

Red Kuri squash on a bed of rainbow chard. Photo by author.

I’m going to miss the smell of caramelizing onions, roasted garlic and freshly squeezed lemon. But not enough to keep on cooking. I’m giving up on homemade meals, and while I’m experiencing a slight bittersweet tinge of regret, it’s still not enough to change my mind.

I’m tired. I’m busy. I’m still recovering from a stroke, even if the big, important things…