Kitchen Therapy

My grandmother passed away this last week. It’s weird, we’re taught to expect things like this once people pass the age of 80, but expecting it doesn’t make it any easier when they do leave. I don’t think it’s really even sunk in for me that I won’t see her in a few months, and she won’t be there to give me a bag of bagels to eat while I drive back to the Bay Area.

This last week was trying, to say the least. I can’t even imagine what it’s been like for my dad. I dealt with things by spending every free second in the kitchen, either cleaning or making food. Then on Friday, my sisters and I drove to Southern California for the funeral. Where I no longer had the option of hiding in the kitchen, so instead I opted to sleep and eat all the Indonesian food being offered to me.

Kitchen therapy is definitely the best way for me to cope with things so I look forward to working on new recipes this week. But even though things are starting to fall back into the daily routine, there’s still that little tugging feeling that reminds me that things are different now.

I don’t know where I was going with this post. I think I was planning to post a recipe of some of the things I made last week (and trust me, there were a lot of things), but I think those will have to wait until tomorrow.

For now though,

In Loving Memory of my Oma,

a link to one of my favorite Indonesian dishes – Nasi Goreng

If you do nothing else today, take five minutes to call your grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, etc, that you may not have talked to in a while and just say hi.




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