The Aging Chef
I’ve taken up culinary self-harm. Paring knife piercings, boiled knuckles, Fresh-grated fingertips - a splash of cooking oil on the wrist, the tantalizing whiff of Crisco with just a note of fried skin. Is this some new level of geriatric unwinding – A developmental milestone? “Oh,” they say, “he’s in his ‘easy bleeding’ years.” The doctors always ask if I’ve fallen. I never fall. I shuffle headlong into cupboards, blinded by volatile oils.
LOL! That’s me and if it’s not fried skin, it’s fried shirt or pants. Tasty! 😋😛.
How else you supposed to cook? 😆