@Mossy, yes, tale as old as time. It’s scary to think how dangerous some hand-me-downs can be, that they aren’t created in a vacuum, but a byproduct of something far more reaching, since we are connected to everything that is and ever was, man being a strand in the web of life and all.
Actually, it was my dad’s lack of fitness that bothered him more than anything, but I had a heart-to-heart with him, reminded him of everything we’ve been through with my mum’s passing and his cancer diagnosis, spoke from experience of having to fight to walk again after my spine collapsed, and when he got down on himself, said he was never going to get better, I reminded him that doctors said I would never get better and I’m climbing mountains again, something I didn’t do by giving up. I think it’s important that we keep each other honest so I was a pain in his arse when he made excuses (lol), and he’s finally taking his recovery seriously. He started napping twice a day, eating and taking his supplements on schedule, and he’s now up to 2 mile hikes with ease. I just switched his thyroid from TyroMix to TyroMax and within two doses, he told me he got his appetite back so another victory.
I’m sorry you’ve experienced it, too, Mossy. It’s a lot. In my case, the lack of help from abled family isn’t stubbornness. Some take things for granted, don’t realize what they have until it’s gone, but I guess that’s their cross to bear, not mine. When my dad passes, I’ll have no regrets, just like when my mum passed, because I knew what I had when I had it, and did everything in my power to nurture and protect it. I mean, what is a family, if not for that? Blood may be thinker than water, but love is thicker than blood, and as far as I’m concerned, love is a verb. It means little, without action.
Oh, okay. You meant actual milk bread. If I’m not mistaken, it’s popular in Japan. I have a few milk bread recipes by Japanese bakers saved on YouTube. It does look light and fluffy. That’s why I tend to stick with brioche, but you’ve inspired me to make milk bread.
YAY! I’m so glad your dad liked the lasagna.
