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My true passion is cooking, and my big family knows it. Meals flowed non-stop from my kitchen-- the bigger their appetite, the better. But honey, much as I’d love to keep cooking, my arthritis makes it difficult.
It’s not even an issue of forgetting recipes, or switching sugar for salt. My arthritic hands find it hard to prepare ingredients like I used to.
Opening cans, peeling vegetables, and chopping meat became nightmares.
My husband, bless his soul, took it upon himself to cook the meals for us. Of course, the children were none too happy and longed for Mama Ola’s cooking. It darned near broke my heart.
I needed help. A lot of help.