Chef Down!

De Quervains Tenosynovitis could very well be a dish on a pop-up restaurant menu anywhere, these days. Instead, it's a diagnosis for my lame right-hand. When the doctor said, in her self-assured manner, "you have…" all I heard was "you are lame and you can't cook". I was devastated. For some lame reason chefs are coached, from day one, to soldier through the aches and pains of cooking. Well, this time I soldiered myself right to occupational therapy.

So, in between bags of ice, naproxen, PT and every holistic possibility I can get my hands on, I still have to eat. Unfortunately, I don't live at Downton Abbey with a Mr. Bates to serve me dinner and a Mrs. Patmore to cook it... please, don't get me started. I'm my own chef. And if anything a good chef is resourceful. Now let's see what my left-hand can make for lunch.