Temper tantrum

Straw-Rhubarb Oatmeal blue bowl

Seattle’s sky is in full-on temper tantrum mode. Friday night: Snow. Saturday: Rain, followed by sun, followed by hail. Sunday: Sun, followed by hail, followed by snow, followed by sun.

I don’t feel much different, honestly. The surgery went fine (or so they said), and barring the sensation that I’ve been hit in the face with a softball, I’m, uh, swell.

But the mushy foods thing is pissing me off. It’s not like there’s nothing to eat – like you pointed out, there’s plenty. Last night I stirred softened, sliced spring garlic into a creamy crimini risotto, and dinner was delicious.

This morning, even, I put a half pound of sliced young rhubarb into a pan with a good cupful of chopped strawberries and a couple tablespoons of sugar, and let the whole thing fall into a bright, bubbly jam on the stove. It took a matter of minutes, and when we stirred it into our oatmeal, the rhubarb’s bite woke me up just as much as a handful of crunchy walnuts ever does.

So I’m not exactly starving. I just have to take very small bites of very soft things.

The problem lies in what I cannot eat.

Molly's macaroons

Yesterday, our neighbor’s daughter brought us big chocolate-swaddled macaroons. My husband tore into his, and as I saw him pull back back from the first bite, I knew macaroons are everything periodontists hate: crunchy and chewy, with flakes of coconut that wander around the mouth, searching for crevices. (Or stitches.) I put mine on a cutting board, chopped off a tiny piece, and poked it into the back of my mouth anyway, between the four molars on one side that still work well. It was nowhere near as delicious there, hidden away from the sweet-sensing tip of my tongue.

And really, what good is a cookie – or a good risotto, or for goodness’ sake, even a good bowl of oatmeal – if you can’t get a good mouthful?

I do not like taking small bites.

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10 responses to “Temper tantrum

  1. deb

    I am so sorry to hear that you are being deprived of macaroons, but love your idea of putting strawberry-rhubarb sauciness over oatmeal. I have a cup or so left from a cake I made this weekend, and shy of making another cake (so tempted, so very tempted) this would be a much more earnest way to eat it.

  2. I, too, like to take satisfying mouthfuls. Nibbles just don’t do it for me either.

    Here’s to a speedy recovery and a satisfying chew.

  3. but but but how did i get so out of the loop that i dont know the details of surgery you had?? xx

  4. It gets old fast, doesn’t it? No matter how tasty your food is, being limited to soft textured stuff just really gets you down. Especially if one’s husband is so rude as to eat macaroons in front of you. The nerve!

  5. russelnod

    As a periodontal surgery survivor, I know what you’re going through. You have my sympathy. I got by with yoghurt-blueberry shakes sweetened with maple syrup and cream of wheat. I don’t do well with no, so all I wanted during the week after each surgery was chewy, crunchy, hot, and crisp.

  6. Yeah, it’s getting old. But tonight I made chicken enchiladas, with roasted chicken chopped mighty small. I drowned them in sauce, so there were no crispy tortilla bits, and undercooked them a bit, so there was no chew on the cheese. Really hit the spot, actually.

  7. molly

    I’m supposed to have gum surgery–I’ve put it off for 6 years. Can you talk me into (or out of) having it? The idea of enchiladas without any crispy bits makes me feel sad.

  8. To be continued offline, Molly . . .

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