Paul fell on Wednesday. Not badly — he stumbled on the porch step, the same step Mamma tripped on at her house, the same step that catches you when your legs aren't what they were — and he went down on one knee and caught himself with his right arm. I was in the kitchen. I heard the thump. I ran.
He was on the porch, on his knee, his right hand flat on the deck, his face composed but pale. "I'm fine, Linda," he said. I said, "Let me check." Nurse hands. Nurse eyes. The knee was bruised. The wrist was sore but not sprained. No head injury. He was fine.
But he fell. Paul fell. The legs — the legs that have been fine, that have been walking, that have been the reliable part of the body while the hands failed — the legs stumbled. One stumble doesn't mean the legs are going. It could be nothing. A loose step. A moment of inattention. It could be nothing.
I called Dr. Andersen. She said: bring him in for an assessment. The appointment is next week. Until then: be careful. Watch for changes. The same instructions I've been following for a year — watch, adapt, wait.
I had the step fixed the next day. Erik came with his tools (the same tools, always the same tools) and leveled the step and added a non-slip strip and the step is now as safe as a step can be. Mamma's step. Paul's step. The Johansson family fixes steps. It's what we do when we can't fix the larger things.
Elsa came to dinner three times this week. She's been coming more frequently since the move — Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. She cooks sometimes now. Not my food — her food. Camp food. She makes a one-pot rice dish with whatever vegetables are available, seasoned with cumin and paprika, that she says the wolf researchers taught her. It's good. It's not Swedish. Mamma would have opinions. I don't share Mamma's opinions — I share Elsa's food, gratefully, because on the nights when Elsa cooks, I don't have to, and the not-having-to is a gift.
I made comfort food for Paul on Wednesday evening, after the fall: chicken pot pie. The golden crust, the creamy filling, the peas and carrots that mean safety. He ate a large piece and said, "I'm sorry I scared you." I said, "Don't be sorry. Be careful." He said, "Those aren't the same thing." He's right. Sorry looks backward. Careful looks forward. We need to look forward.
The fall was one stumble. One knee. One bruise. It could be nothing. The assessment next week will tell us more.
In the meantime: the step is fixed. The pot pie is made. The nurse is watching. The wife is watching. They watch from the same eyes.
Pot pie is what I reach for when the day has frightened me and I need the kitchen to do some of the holding. Wednesday was that kind of day — Paul on one knee on the porch, my nurse hands running over his wrist, the particular silence of a house that has been startled. I didn’t have the patience for pastry from scratch, and ground beef was what I had, so Ground Beef Potpie it was: a deep, savory filling tucked under a golden crust that comes out of the oven looking like nothing bad has happened, or at least like something good is happening right now. That’s the most a meal can do. Sometimes it’s enough.
Ground Beef Potpie
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 40 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 lb lean ground beef
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 2 medium carrots, peeled and diced
- 2 stalks celery, sliced
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/3 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 cups beef broth
- 3/4 cup whole milk
- 1 cup frozen peas
- 1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
- 1/2 tsp dried thyme
- 1/2 tsp salt, plus more to taste
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 1 refrigerated pie crust (1 sheet, for topping)
- 1 egg, beaten (for egg wash)
Instructions
- Preheat the oven. Heat oven to 400°F (200°C). Lightly grease a 9-inch deep-dish pie plate or a 2-quart baking dish and set aside.
- Brown the beef. In a large skillet over medium-high heat, cook ground beef, breaking it up with a spoon, until no longer pink, about 6—8 minutes. Drain excess fat and transfer beef to a bowl.
- Soften the vegetables. In the same skillet over medium heat, add onion, carrots, and celery. Cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more.
- Build the gravy. Sprinkle flour over the vegetables and stir to coat. Gradually pour in beef broth and milk, stirring constantly. Bring to a gentle simmer and cook until the mixture thickens to a creamy consistency, about 3—4 minutes.
- Combine the filling. Return the browned beef to the skillet. Stir in frozen peas, Worcestershire sauce, thyme, salt, and pepper. Taste and adjust seasoning. Pour filling into the prepared baking dish.
- Top with crust. Unroll the pie crust and lay it over the filling, pressing the edges lightly against the sides of the dish. Trim any excess. Cut 3—4 small slits in the top to allow steam to escape. Brush evenly with beaten egg.
- Bake. Bake at 400°F for 25—30 minutes, until the crust is deep golden brown and the filling is bubbling around the edges. Let rest 5 minutes before serving.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 420 | Protein: 24g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 32g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 680mg
About the cook who shared this
Linda Johansson
Week 129 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.