LadyMont 🇳🇱 (Supermodel) on Nostr: Okay so my mother is physically fucked. Chronic pain, busted back, COPD, old age ...

Okay so my mother is physically fucked. Chronic pain, busted back, COPD, old age (only 73). It means that I take on some of the care duties including cooking. It's impossible for her to stand for any length of time, it requires too much movement. Basically it's easier I do it. It pains her, she loves cooking, she loves food. Luckily she taught me well and I ended up a pretty decent cook - to my mother's chagrin (she'll never admit it though) a better one than her. Muhahahahahahaha.

But what annoys me beyond anything and I must say this has annoyed me since I can remember, because my mother has always been like this, is that she'll find a recipe, gets all excited about it, cooks it, pretends it's to die for, cause it costs quite a bit of money to make, when there are so many decent cheap options ahem, and then a day later confesses she didn't like it one bit and only ate it, so I wouldn't say "I told you so." Because I told her she wasn't gonna like it. Duh!!! Except nowadays it's I who has to do the cooking and the cleaning (in fairness all voluntarily and happily because it keeps her alive and stuff) when I hate (not an exaggeration unfortunately) cooking and even more so the cleaning.

Yesterday she picked out this vegan dish, which is fine, but it was with lentils. My mother does not like lentils. She knows she doesn't like lentils. The woman is 73 years old and for all her life, she hasn't liked lentils. It's not all of a sudden going to change. She however loves the idea of lentils. All her favorite TV chefs cook with lentils, praise lentils, omg lentils are so healthy. But she fucking detests eating them.

At least this time it was a vegan dish and therewith the no waste of meat, like another dish like two weeks ago (6 portions in total argh!!!!) that had €12 of meat in there (that I had planned to use for something else btw), but had too much tomato something in it, which she cannot handle anymore now her digestive system is changing, but is hard for her to accept. And she had the idea that at that point she could handle it, because she conveniently had forgot again how it messed with her stomach, keeping her up all night, even though she had had only a handful of bites of the dish.

Today I told her I wasn't going to make her another recipe she had found, because she had too much food in the fridge already to pick from and there wasn't anymore room left. She eats so little nowadays compared to 10 years ago. She had breakfast for dinner today. Whatever right.

SMH, it's hard sometimes and to imagine there's a good chance I'm going to be just like her when I get to her age.