There are some things, no matter how I procrastinate, I still need to get done at the end of the day. Two years of having someone to keep the apartment spick and spank, do the laundry and cook is coming to an end soon. She was employed as a stopgap measure. I was supposed to learn to cook at the very least. Now there is an urgent need, seeing that I will be without a domestic help come end August.
My special dietary needs preclude the convenience of having food catered and delivered to my doorstep. That is the only major stumbling block to my goal of living independently. The only way I can achieve that is to roll my sleeves up and attack it hands-on. What I discovered was that giving oral instructions and knowing the methods does not make one good in cooking. Still, I needed to start somewhere.
Today, I gathered all my resolve and got my hands dirty in the kitchen, so to speak. The menu for lunch was stir fried choy sum (Chinese flowering cabbage) and fried egg. It was not that difficult. The utensils and cutleries were rearranged to within my range of reach. Other than that it was all a breeze except for the inability to hold the wok spatula properly. But that was just the beginning. As I continue to cook more elaborate dishes I am sure there will be more utensils that have to be adapted for a better grip.