Everyone deserves an award for a job well done. Don’t you think??
I thought what better way to pat myself on the back for cleaning and organizing my mother’s house than a family ski trip to Aspen? I love Aspen and I usually like Spring skiing. The sun is shining, the air is a bit warmer and often the snow is perfect.
This trip was no different! I am a good intermediate skier and decided to hone up on my skills on the first day.
My husband and good friend who are both excellent skiers were giving me pointers. We were having such a wonderful day and then came Cloud Nine. I have skied down this intermediate slope many times. I was humming along down the mountain when I lost my footing on a little patch of slush. Any one who skis knows that something like that can be the absolute kiss of death. And boy was it. I took a tumble, felt a pop, and next thing I knew, I was in the Aspen Clinic talking to the doctor.
I was crossing my fingers, toes, and eyelashes that is was just a little strain. Alas, and alack, I managed to fracture my tibial plateau. Now if you can tell me exactly what that is I will personally give you a prize – no googling! I heard no weight bearing, crutches, and… no surgery? Really? No surgery? Holy cannoli! I was never so excited to have a broken tibial plateau in my life. Seriously.
So I survived that, but a commercial flight home? Not in this lifetime. How would I elevate my leg? How would I crutch myself down those teeny aisles? Where would I store my sought after crutches? Thankfully I have generous friends in high places which meant I got to fly private – there is always a silver lining.
One of my most favorite things about being injured – is that I am less active and out and about. Which means my hubby and I are eating in a lot more and spending some serious quality time together. You don’t realize, until you are on crutches, how few things you can actually do, so cooking dinner is almost out of the question. We ordered a couple of meals in, but my husband has really stepped up to the plate and is cooking! I sit at the island and tell him exactly what to do . I mean last night he came home with the most succulent shrimp from Chinatown; so I had my CIA trained assistant whip up a batch of pesto and then I taught my husband how to grill the shrimp and then make a perfect pot of spaghetti.
Low and behold, this photo! It looks like a heart, doesn’t it????
He was cooking with love!!!
While being injured isn’t ideal, it has really forced me to slow down, work on my cookbook, and allow my darling hubby to spoil me. I think I can do this for another 4 weeks.