Glorious Food!
My brother, Britt, once referred to our Mom as a "Ninja Cook." He dubbed her this when he came out to visit her towards the end of her life. She was very weak and barely able to walk at times. She sauntered into the kitchen where Britt was rummaging through the refrigerator for lunch food. "Looks like we have some shrimp and a few veggies. We could make some tempura," he suggested. Britt loves to cook, too, and is quite a brilliant cook at that. I'm a good cook, too, but I have to use a recipe. Those two, however, could feed a gourmet meal to the multitudes with just pablum and a few spices!
Anyway, Britt said he had to first wash up a bit, and would come out to help make lunch. He swore it was only a few minutes later when he arrived in the kitchen to a steaming hot plate of tempura! My mother was on the couch with her sewing kit stitching away on her latest tiny art piece. The befuddled look on his face when he told me this story was absolutely priceless.
Here are a few photos of some of her food creations. The majority of these were taken in the last year of her life. Her life's accomplishments when she was healthy and vital were amazing, but I was astonished at her incredible drive and passion up until the very end. Never once did I hear her curse God, or question, "Why me?" She surrendered to her journey as if it was as natural as breathing.
– Summer Bacon
Anyway, Britt said he had to first wash up a bit, and would come out to help make lunch. He swore it was only a few minutes later when he arrived in the kitchen to a steaming hot plate of tempura! My mother was on the couch with her sewing kit stitching away on her latest tiny art piece. The befuddled look on his face when he told me this story was absolutely priceless.
Here are a few photos of some of her food creations. The majority of these were taken in the last year of her life. Her life's accomplishments when she was healthy and vital were amazing, but I was astonished at her incredible drive and passion up until the very end. Never once did I hear her curse God, or question, "Why me?" She surrendered to her journey as if it was as natural as breathing.
– Summer Bacon