Tooth Queen

I had a tooth pulled on Tuesday – yes, yezzz – another one. I can’t put this all down to my advanced age, youthful semi-careless dental hygiene, and genetic inclination toward weak dentition. The five back to back long-ass neurosurgeries I had, all with big anesthesia appliances jammed in my face hole, really tipped me over the tooth loss cliff.

This one was extracted from the right side of my mouth – that’s the side that doesn’t have nerve damage. I can easily chew and my taste buds are fully functional over there. That’s key. This is my good side. 

So, until I’m all healed up, fully recovered, I’m doomed to eat soups and pastes that I can only vaguely taste because I really can’t chew or totally fully taste food on my left side.

I hate this!

Luckily I live with a creative bunch.

Last night for our traditional Wednesday Take Out and TeeVee night, Jen picked up Indian food. I had to pass on the veggie samosas and garlic naan BUT I was able to spoon in the saag paneer (sans yummy chunks of paneer) and baingan bharta. She asked them to make it extra spicy too so I could actually taste it. Awesome! 

For breakfast this morning, instead of boring old Cream of Wheat, Ten made me soft scrambled eggs but added some leftover spicy Indian food to it. Fabulous.

I’m thinking, for a future meals, maybe mashed potatoes with pureed veg and hot sauce? Maybe mulligatawny soup? Black beans? A spicy red lentil soup? Maybe some congee? I bet I could graduate to udon noodles in another week or so. I live in a town whose population is 30% Asian. Finding a nice bowl of spicy udon noodle soup should be easy…I hope.

With the daily bombardment of bad news, of democracy’s demolition by Stinky and his party of pedophiles, renfields, and half-wit, barbaric henchmen (yeah, Kegbreath and Noem, I’m looking at you), I need a little joy – some goddamn, motherfucking sunshine. It’s really not too much to ask.

I should be able to snarf fun, tasty meals and snacks. I only mention it – it’s not the season for it but a nice mango or raspberry sorbet would do me nicely.

A follow up on yesterday’s post, I saw this online this morning:

A minor point but, imagine what an architectural reclamation yard would have paid for windows carefully removed from the White House.

Not just the windows. The doors, wood paneling, floorboards, ceiling roses, every handle and fitting. WHAT a supremely wasteful, willfully ignorant, classless, outrageously dunderheaded stack of depravity. In comparison, Trump makes Caligula look sane and rational and Marie Antoinette appear frugal and economically sensible. 

Mahablog’s Trump’s Inner Marie Antoinette is a fine read for today: 

While Trump sides with King Louis XIV’s “L’état, c’est moi” — I am the state — in many ways he’s really more of a Marie Antoinette. Or, at least Marie Antoinette as the French public came to view her before they beheaded her. 
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Marie Antoinette came to be robustly disliked because she was said to have spent the people’s money like a drunken sailor on her own extravagances.

Remind you of anyone we know...hmmm?

The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
~ often attributed to Albert Einstein but, on investigation, looks to originate with Alexandre Dumas. 

Killer Queen, Queen