My wisdom teeth are coming out tomorrow. I’ve stocked up on juices, pureed soups, jello, Ensure, potatoes, and I bought supplies to make chocolate pudding from scratch. Will I have the motivation to shuffle to the kitchen in a pain killer haze and use a double boiler? I’m not sure, but if I do, I will document it here.
Undergoing major oral surgery is bad enough, but tomorrow also happens to be a big potluck at work. I’m lucky to have a number of colleagues that are avid home cooks, so the fact I will be unable to consume any of their dishes is a culinary tragedy. There is a regional theme, so I made a batch of Irish cream cookies as the boiled foods of my homeland aren’t the best crowd pleasers.
I’ll see you on the flip side, AD readers. If I believed in a higher power, I’d ask you to pray for me, but instead, just eat a whole lot of crunchy, spicy food on my behalf.
sucky! good luck!
good luck, Mo!