Today, it has been a month since Ed's passing. The kids came over today to have a picnic and spend time with me on a difficult day. We had Sahlen's hot dogs from New York that I found in the freezer and I made a batch of homemade potato salad. I laughed when Eric called the hot dogs "gold"! That is the brand they grew up on and having them is a treat.
Anyway, at the picnic today, Tara remarked, "Mom, there is no food in your refrigerator." Like everything else in my life, the contents of the refrigerator has changed, too.
Ed loved my cooking and I love to cook. I enjoyed trying out new recipes on him and rarely did we have a "kitchen disaster" as I referred to it when the meal just wasn't a hit. Ed would laugh at those times and we would order pizza from the corner store and he would good naturedly tease me about the failed menu.
Ed had what he called a "Dutch palette", meaning he liked his food hearty but not spicy or unusual. I love all kinds of cuisine and over the years he came to love unusual foods such as my homemade French Canadian meat pie, enchiladas, Louisiana gumbo and jambalaya, and his favorite broccoli salad.
Ed did the grocery shopping. He had those ladies at the Blanchester Kroger charmed into helping him find the strange ingredients I would put on the list. They all knew him by name.
I never knew what he would bring home in addition to what was on my list and sometimes it was a challenge to make a meal out of whatever had struck his fancy or what he found in the sale sections. I think he loved to see what I could come up with.
Anyway, the empty refrigerator has been an issue for a while. I just avoid the grocery store. It is too hard to go in there and try to find excitement over cooking anything. I'm eating...just not cooking. It is no fun to cook for one and even less fun to eat alone. I have been eating the wonderful chicken noodle soup our neighbor sends over occasionally, doing take out from Streber's Market and scavenging in the freezer for meals I froze last winter when we were busy with chemo trips. Shannon and the little girls have brought over meals and eaten here with me a few times. I've been getting by.
I miss cooking for Ed. It was nice to have a big crowd here for lunch. It was nice to cook for an appreciative crowd. Life is different but I am blessed with my family and friends. Tonight it was finally time to get past that hurdle. I went grocery shopping.