Last night Mrs. Florene called me. Mainly about George, but then she asked me if I would take her to the grocery store, she would cook me a good supper. I called dad and asked when he was bringing my medications and he said he was on the way. Good.
We went to the Piggly Wiggly and I followed Mrs. Jones around as she shopped.
"We're gonna have some cubed steak, rice and gravy, steamed broccoli, and biscuits," she told me.
"Let's cook some Brussels' sprouts, too!" I told her.
She said she had cooked them only once in her life.
"I remember cooking them with butter and lemon," she said.
So that's what we did. I also learned how to make true Southern sticky rice. It was delicious with a heaping helping of steak gravy.
Amazingly, the conversation didn't keep gravitating towards George. We talked mainly about cooking and mine and her's favorite foods. I told her I loved a ribeye, baked potato, and salad.
"Too tough to chew for my dentures," she replied.
I smiled. I bet it would be. I left, drove home, and Maggie snuggled up on the couch with me which was odd for her. She kept wanting me to scratch her back and her persistence was heart warming. So, we spent a quiet evening watching TV and giving one way back scratches. It was a good evening and I needed it.