I have already begun to run out of ideas for soft, palatable food. Understand that I just became reasonably comfortable with cooking almost normal things here. Now, I have even more limits. I did have a bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese (sold at Costco) for lunch, but even gnawing on those limp things made my jaw tired. I haven’t even had surgery yet! And Greg is loose in the kitchen.
Greg likes to cook, or to be more explicit, Greg likes to experiment with mixing unusual food stuffs that I find scary. Don’t get me wrong. He IS actually a good cook, but he finds joy in trying things that have never “been created before in the history of civilization.” (He said something very like that tonight) I find comfort in familiar tastes. They say opposites attract.
In all fairness, he is quite concerned that I have enough to eat. He was very supportive as I put my beans-pork-vegetable mix in the blender…. Then he began exploring the stock of left-overs and ingredients in the house with a smile on his face that suggested ‘mad chemist’. After putting a few things in a pot, he announced that dinner was evolving, and poured everything into a bigger pot. Then he decided he needed more ingredients and got ready to get to the store.
I haven’t had the strength to do a lot of walking, so immediately thought of the narrow choices I have at home. I asked if he could pick up some soft food for me. Ever thinking outside the box and remembering the array of Chinese foods available in the market, his eyes gleamed as he asked, “Anything?” Just in time, I remembered, and read his mind thinking about, the things like colored fish paste. “No. Never mind.” But he had me laughing, which brings me to the next problem.
The surgeon told me that I’m not supposed to move my jaw the first week after the surgery. I’m hoping he doesn’t mean that strictly. He says they won’t be wiring my mouth closed, so that gives me hope. It’s just that Greg frequently gets me to laughing and it hurts the injured side of my face. I think he may have to be barred from the hospital. Is laughter really the best medicine when your face is broken?
He and the girls are eating Taiwanese style nachos with crab flavored Doritos. (Jesse is at soccer practice.) They seem happy. He invited me to try some totally new dip with a very thin potato chip, but I can’t even manage corn flakes. I DO have something yummy to look forward to. He found some very expensive Haagen Daz ice cream. With that as part of my soft diet, I shouldn’t be loosing weight drastically. With Greg cooking, the kids won’t go hungry. Now, if I could just keep him from making me smile…
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