Before the injury, when Ellen used to get sick, I would always make lentil soup for her and her family and send it with Eric in a big jar. I’ve always loved lentil soup.I think of it as my vegetarian chicken soup – healthy and comforting.
Then she added, “It was yummy. It had such a sweet flavor,” and asked, “What herbs did you put?” I said I’d forgotten the seasoning. “Didn’t you write down the recipe?” she wondered. I answered I didn’t; it had been a long time since I’d made it, so I’d forgotten. “No matter,” she reassured me. “When COVID’s gone, we’ll make lentil soup in the kitchen. You’ll teach me how.” I protested I’d forgotten the seasoning (too long without making it, and I don’t write down the herbs I add), and besides, I couldn’t cook. But she said, “When COVID’s gone, you’ll be able to cook. And you’ll teach me. We’ll cook together. And it will be lots of fun!” And I pictured Ellen and me in the kitchen, the bright sunshine pouring through the window, and both standing up on two legs, stirring the soup in the pots, our left hands holding the wooden spoons.