Sunday, May 5, 2013

Movin' On Up: EGGS! EGGS!!

Today I graduated from purees to soft solids.  This means I can now have things like scrambled eggs (!) and cottage cheese and tuna salad.  Still not a full menu, but decidedly more exciting than the options to which I've been limited thus far.  I can even have ground meat, which means I can have a burger!  No bun, of course, and no pickles, but who cares?  I went grocery shopping the other day and bought ground turkey, eggs, cottage cheese, tuna, and chicken in preparation for this stage.  No more baby food!  No more blending the living daylights out of everything!  This, my friends, is exciting shit.

I get to have EGGS!

Do you KNOW how much I love EGGS?!

I love eggs! Almost as much as the Egglady!

I actually went to bed last night dreaming of the egg I would scramble for breakfast.  An egg.  With cheese melted on it.  And when I woke up, all I could think of was, "EGGS!"

I was giddy with excitement about being able to eat something that counted as real food, something I would actually have to CHEW.  Something that would provide protein without having to mix in a scoop of powder. Something that would make me feel like I wasn't doomed to a lifetime of sipping my meals like a geriatric shut-in.  It's no gourmet meal, but hell - it might as well be, as excited as I was to have it.

I got up and fed the cats first, lest they do that we're-going-to-wind-around-your-legs-until-we-trip-you thing while I was attempting to cook my precious egg.  While they ate, I created my masterpiece: one egg, scrambled, with a generous handful of cheese melted on top (for extra protein, of course). 

I sat at the dining room table with a place setting and everything (it's recommended you do that; you want to make eating its own event and not something you just do mindlessly while doing other stuff like, you know, blogging) to enjoy my first (sort-of) solid food in over a month.

Mind you, I can't just gobble food down.  Just because it's soft solid doesn't mean I can eat it that way.  I still have to chew it 147 times before I can swallow it. So chew, chew, chew my egg I did.  And it was delicious.  It was everything I'd hoped for and then some. 

But this is as far as I got:

Two bites.  And I was done.  Full.  I tried for a third but it wasn't happening. How disappointing.  It was so beautiful and fluffy and cheesy, packed with protein and Omega-3s and everything, and I couldn't eat it.  Maybe I didn't chew it enough.  I mean, I thought I did.  But maybe my little stomach just wasn't ready.  Maybe the anticipation clouded my judgement.  Maybe I was so in love with the idea of eating an egg that I didn't stop to think that just because the calendar said I was ready for it didn't make it so. 

Well.  It tasted good anyway.  And now I have something already made for lunch.  I'll try again later.


  1. Do you really have to chew each bite 147 times??

  2. No, only about 20. But after the first ten it feels like 147.