I launched into preparing supper for my sis and BIL yesterday, cooking for the first time in a long time. I spent the morning preparing chicken tenders, sautéing them off until almost done, draining and then chilling them to put together and finish later. I went out to the garden and cut some fresh asparagus for a side [oh it's so crisp and good straight from the garden] and got it ready to finish. About three o'clock I made a balsamic/port reduction to drizzle on the asparagus and began the mise en place for the peanut sauce only to discover for some odd reason I just didn't have the get up and go left to put it together. So I called my sis and asked what I should do [feeling a little confused here] and she commented that I'd only been out of the hospital a couple of days, of course I ran out of get up and go. So, she stopped and picked up a commercial peanut sauce and with that I had supper finished shortly after they got home. It just sucks when the body isn't yet ready for what the brain wants to do but I'm getting there!
Don't wait too long to tell someone you love them.
Billy
Billy