The hospice nurse — Margaret — comes three times a week. She's sixty, experienced, calm in the way that hospice nurses are calm, which is the way I was calm for thirty-three years at St. Mary's: the professional calm that holds the room together so that the room can fall apart if it needs to.
Margaret and I speak the same language. We speak in vitals and medications and comfort measures. We speak in the shorthand of nurses who know what's coming and who know that knowing doesn't help but does prepare. She checked Paul's oxygen on Monday and said, "He's comfortable." I said, "I know." She said, "You're doing everything right." I said, "I know that too."
The knowing is exhausting. Knowing the trajectory. Knowing the timeline. Knowing what each number means. Knowing that forty-five percent becomes forty becomes thirty-five becomes — knowing.
Paul communicates mostly with his eyes now. Not the eye-tracker — his actual eyes. He looks at me and the look says things that the machine can't type. He looks at Sven and the look is pure love, unmediated by technology. He looks at the window and the look is: the lake. Is the lake still there?
The lake is still there. I tell him every morning. "The lake is there, Paul. The ice is on the shore. The ships are in port. The lake is there."
Anna and Sophie arrived on Friday. They drove up from Minneapolis in the snow. Sophie brought her nursing bag — the real one, the clinical one, the one she'll use when she graduates in May. She assessed Paul the way I assess him — vitals, positioning, comfort, the nurse's quick inventory of a patient's state. She looked at me afterward and said, "He's comfortable, Grandma." The same words Margaret used. Comfortable. The goal. Not cure, not improvement, not reversal. Comfort.
Sophie and I cooked together on Saturday. Meatballs. The real recipe. Side by side at the counter, rolling, the way we've done it since she was sixteen. Her meatballs are better than mine now. I won't tell Mamma this. But they are. Sophie's hands have surpassed mine, the way mine were supposed to surpass Mamma's, the way the thread is supposed to work — each generation a little better, a little closer, a little more.
Paul smelled the meatballs from his bed. His eyes moved. Not to the screen. To me. He looked at me. The look said: the meatballs. Yes. The meatballs. I said, "Sophie and I are making them." His eyes closed. Content. The smell. The making. The daughter and the granddaughter, in the kitchen, carrying on.
Anna set the table for four: her, Sophie, me, and Paul's place — empty plate, empty glass, a place set for a man who can't eat but who is at the table in spirit, in smell, in the eyes that close when the meatballs cook.
Four places. Three eaters. One smeller. All present.
Sophie’s hands are steadier than mine now at the counter—I noticed it Saturday, and I let myself feel proud instead of wistful, because that is what the thread asks of us. These air fryer meatballs are the ones we made together: no breadcrumbs, just meat and cheese and egg and the pressure of two pairs of hands rolling in the same direction. I’ve adjusted the recipe over the years toward what Paul’s diet allows, and Sophie has already made them better, the way she makes most things better. If you need something that fills a cold kitchen with warmth and reaches into the next room, this is the one.
Air Fryer Keto Meatballs
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 27 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb ground beef (80/20)
- 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
- 1/4 cup almond flour
- 1 large egg
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tsp Italian seasoning
- 1/2 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped
Instructions
- Preheat. Preheat your air fryer to 400°F (200°C) for 3 minutes while you prepare the meat mixture.
- Mix. In a large bowl, combine the ground beef, Parmesan, almond flour, egg, garlic, Italian seasoning, onion powder, salt, pepper, and parsley. Mix gently with your hands until just combined—do not overwork the meat.
- Roll. Scoop and roll the mixture into 1 1/2-inch balls, pressing firmly so they hold their shape. You should get about 16 meatballs.
- Arrange. Place meatballs in a single layer in the air fryer basket, leaving a little space between each one. Work in batches if needed.
- Cook. Air fry at 400°F for 10–12 minutes, turning the meatballs halfway through, until browned on the outside and cooked through (internal temperature of 165°F).
- Rest and serve. Let rest for 2 minutes before serving. Serve on their own, over zucchini noodles, or alongside whatever is on the table.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 290 | Protein: 23g | Fat: 21g | Carbs: 3g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 430mg
About the cook who shared this
Linda Johansson
Week 198 of Linda’s 30-year story
· Duluth, Minnesota
Linda is a sixty-three-year-old retired nurse from Duluth, Minnesota, living alone in the house where she raised her children and said goodbye to her husband. She lost Paul to ALS in 2020 after two years of watching the kindest man she'd ever known lose everything but his dignity. She cooks Scandinavian comfort food and Minnesota hotdish and the pot roast Paul loved, and she sets two places at the table out of habit because it makes her feel less alone. Every recipe she writes is a person she's loved.