Eating

I had dreaded this period after the dental surgery, because the thought of having to eat only soft foods chilled me. What will I find myself eating, I thought: Pablum? (Which is, I think, actually called pabulum, but I could be wrong - who knows, I'm too lazy to look it up!)

But as it turns out, its not been much of a problem. I've eaten rice krispies (batting my daughter's hand from the box, as she likes them, too), and pasta with a very nice sauce we've found from the Milazzo company (sorry, Newman's, you were our favorite, outclassing Prego, until then, but this stuff is great!); also pudding and jello -- my wife made a chocolate pudding (the cooked kind), which tasted odd to me while I was drugged, and afterwards tasted kind-of okay, and then she made a vanilla, whose recipe allowed for being microwaved. That one was outstanding, so I have to guard it, as my daughter really likes that, too. No rest for the wicked. But what with all that, and one or two other things, including the occasional scoop or two of chocolate ice cream (she bought two gallons (!) of Dutch Chocolate, which is actually too rich for me; I eat about two spoonfuls, and thats all I can take), I've not had any problems. And I've lost about four pounds, too; .though I'm not counting on keeping it off, wouldn't it be nice?

But what I miss is baking. I wanted to make that no-knead bread that I referred to, the other day, and I just found a recipe for a sort of cheesecake brownie that sounded like it might be doable, plus a couple of other things that I'd like to do -- nothing slick, just some cookies or whatever -- and I can't do them! Well, okay, to be honest, I can do them; I just can't eat them! Now, when I make these things, I usually don't eat much of them -- I bake for the pleasure of it; if I make two dozen cookies, I might eat two. Three if you forced me. (In case you wonder: the baked goods I don't eat usually get split -- twenty percent to my home, which means my daughter and occasionally my wife, and eighty percent to my wife's office. Her office is great -- they'll take anything I bake.) But thats it. I'm not a big eater of cookies and brownies and whatnot-- I just like making them. The bread, sure, I'll eat that, and wolf it down. The cookies and such, not really. This, incidentally, is how I stay in shape. Round is a shape.

But not eat any? Thats a bit much. That's whats kept me away from the flour and chocolate, this last week. Not to mention, the baking-related blogs.

But next week -- assuming I get the okay to slip the fake uppers in, again -- watch out!