Soft French toast is a good place to start anyway. My recent dental surgery (one tooth from each side of my lower jaw) left me living on soft scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes, applesauce, and pudding. It feels good to be able to chew, even if I still have to be careful.
My oldest was supposed to help, but was too distracted. She did help set the table and fetch her siblings. And I showed her how to cook the French toast. We had this rather dry cinnamon bread (or so I was told because I couldn’t eat it), so I thought this would bring in some moisture. The kids enjoyed it. It felt good to be able to cook.
See, I forgot I don’t do well with hydrocodone. It took me a day to stop feeling sick after a day of taking it. Thankfully over-the-counter pain meds have been working. And my mom was here to take care of me and the kids so my husband could work and not worry. I actually napped most of one day.
Now, back to knitting the second sleeve of this crochet sweater. I’m ready to clear my slate so I can start some new projects.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 