Candles, changes, Chinese cuisine

Recently, I gave up my position as book lady at Savers. It was one of the most rattling things I ever had to do. Since then, I’ve been seeking part time employment, and it’s been challenging to say the least. I’ve been regressing and fighting back the subsequent depression. But as they say, “it’s better to light one candle than curse the darkness”. 

When I was in high school, my uncle taught himself the art of Chinese cookery. After several wonderful dinners with him, Mom was taught. She bought her own wok, cookbooks, and few accouterments. Not long after, I was taught. The wok now has a cozy home with Mom’s Chinese cookbooks in our storage area  on our stove.

About the time I entered unemployment, I picked up the old memories as a desperate means to happiness. The next thing I knew, Jamey and I were on a pilgrimage to the Chinese supermarket, we had several new bottles and jars in our cupboards, and I had a new cleaver (I named it Wong Fei Hung for Jackie Chan). We won’t go hungry.


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