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A year ago I didn't have the strength to stand up to butter my toast. Last night I made a full dinner (granted, a stir fry) standing up, without rest, and then only with the occasional aide of a single forearm crutch. Julienning carrots, slicing meat, prepping rice, pressing garlic, mincing ginger, dicing chiles, making a sauce, and cooking it all up. To top it off, I did it all with a beer in hand (well, not the entire time). How did I celebrate? With another beer!
I love to cook and had gotten quite skilled using my walker around the kitchen (an absolute necessity if you have balance issues). It felt strange and rewarding to set it aside for an evening to play "standing chef" instead of "rolling chef." That said, I taught myself to be a pretty darn good chef when parked, even if I am a bit slower. Sitting and carefully rolling with a pot of boiling water is far safer than trying to walk with one, that's for sure. (Or better yet, use your spouse for those tasks!)
I love to cook and had gotten quite skilled using my walker around the kitchen (an absolute necessity if you have balance issues). It felt strange and rewarding to set it aside for an evening to play "standing chef" instead of "rolling chef." That said, I taught myself to be a pretty darn good chef when parked, even if I am a bit slower. Sitting and carefully rolling with a pot of boiling water is far safer than trying to walk with one, that's for sure. (Or better yet, use your spouse for those tasks!)
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