Hi, my name is Maggan. Welcome to Maggan’s kitchen!
I’m glad to be back! I just returned from an intense 3-week vacation with very nasty eye and throat infections. It was wonderful to see Claire, Ed, Jo, Cello, Nids, Anne, and Jo’s mom whose name also happens to be Jo. I fixed her eyebrows, by the way, and she seemed very pleased with the result.
Claire’s neighbourhood butcher sells different kinds of salad plants in small pots. A very good business idea! For three weeks, we were big clients buying three pots everyday.
I saw my aunts Betty, Naty, and Tessie. Betty and Naty even cooked paella for me. They’re so thoughtful! In return, I tossed them a wonderful mix of salad with sweet lemon dressing. I love their gift of nurturing and I admire them for their great sense, humour and all. They’re perfect models for Dove products.
Lola died at age 88 on 18 April. It was the day before we were supposed to visit her. Her wake was an occasion to see other relatives. Aunt Millie flew in from New Jersey. It was comforting to know that Claire has many good friends and a strong social network. They came from different parts of the metropolis to sympathize.
Lola’s death also allowed the opportunity to consider how you want your own funeral to be. Funeral plans depreciate. Another way to interpret this is the cost of caskets, embalming, transportation and other related expenses increase. Plans may be transferable but at a fee close to the paid value of the funeral plan.
Good thing that Lola had invested on burial plots. She owned several. I’d say that they are good investments. Among things connected to death, plots are the most expensive and go up in value through the years. They’re not difficult to re-sell. Hot items. Lola now rests and lies in peace on top of Lolo.
If you go to a wake and expect to stay long, bring your own food and bottle of water. Lola’s funeral service included only water. I still brought my own to save on disposable cups. One time, I bought some omelette sandwiches and a tuna salad sandwich for Claire. Better yet, ensure that you have a good meal before going to a wake. I also kept a box of fig bars in my bag in case of emergency hunger pangs and for Claire who couldn’t remember to eat.
It feels I’ve been so far away and gone a long time. In fact, H was just a phone away the whole time. But for a while, everything was distant. Must be Lola’s death. Even my favourite foods didn’t taste good. Well, I’m home now and I’m going to heal myself.
H met me at the airport. Seeing him was refreshing. Like a cold shower at 35-38 degrees Celsius heat. Like a bottled drinking water I was dying to have (and didn’t get because I was shy to ask so I got them in small cups instead) on the return flight from Bangkok. Beyond the metaphor, I bought a small bottle of water on our way home because my throat was sooo killing me.
Well, friends, I hope you didn’t miss me so much. My kitchen is going to see some carrot-ginger-chili action today. Promise!