My mouth started hurting again Friday afternoon. I think I shouldn't have eaten solid foods the next day; the dentist said a good rule of thumb is anything you can cut with a fork, and I avoided anything too hard and of course only chewed on the intact side of my mouth, but I think it was a mistake. I did briefly worry I had dry socket (when the blood clot in the extraction site comes loose and exposes bone and nerves), but that seemed like it would have hurt at least as much as the infected tooth had, and this was a level that could be soothed with Advil. The pain started falling Saturday evening and now it's down to an occasional twinge, I haven't taken any Advil since Saturday afternoon. So I guess it was just residual pain from having a tooth yanked out of my head and then going too hard, too soon. Should have stuck to smoothies that first day.
Saturday was the usual boring round of errands: breakfast, pharmacy, CVS, gas station, carwash, grocery store. I walked Penny and made the 'rents lunch, made ice, cleaned the kitchen, dusted my bureau and cleaned the hurricane season altar. There was a lot of ash on the cloth, and I swapped out the incense holder for one of the very last Vieux Carré candles. (They said they plan to come back but I'm doubtful they will.)
I decided it had been a tough enough week to justify some mushroom gummies; I got the Road Trip ones the same week that my tooth started really hurting but I didn't want to take them until I got the tooth taken care of. You know, I've never had this brand, I don't know how strong they are. But I've taken the Binoid brand often enough to know where 2 of them will land, and I figured it would be okay. David made brown butter catfish and rice for supper, which I could have, but I had to skip the coleslaw. Which sucks, because I love his coleslaw; David and I both hate hate hate sweet coleslaw, and his dressing is like, mayo and sour cream and a little mustard and some other stuff. It's very tangy and not at all sweet. After supper I watched the first 4 episodes of the first season of The Terror, which is on Netflix, and finished my paint-by-number card set. I think I will send them to pen friends instead of keeping them.
Sunday I made pumpkin pie spice French toast and bacon for breakfast, changed and washed the bed sheets, did a load of clothes and one of towels, made blackberry fool and baked some puff pastry shells, hardboiled some eggs for lunches, made ice. There wasn't a lot of dinner prep so I got some reading done in the afternoon, I finished The Devil of the Provinces by Juan Cárdenas. I didn't like it, it felt like half a story. But it was very short--I had only started it the day before--so I figured I might as well finish it. I started reading I Am Homeless if This is Not My Home by Lorrie Moore.
I wasn't really in a mindset to think about food for most of the week, for probably obvious reasons, plus I wasn't sure what I would be able to eat. Soup seemed like a safe idea, so I made a simple one that I fall back on a lot when I don't feel well. It's just a simple vegetable soup with chicken stock and peas and carrots and whatever seasoning, I usually use salt and pepper, red pepper flakes, and some lemon juice. Then you add any kind of filled pasta you want, I used porcini tortellini. I also baked a loaf of garlic bread from Lejeune's Bakery in Jeanerette, which Rouse's carries.
Dessert was from the I <3 Trader Joe's cookbook, which I've had for years--I bought it in California--but have never made before. Blackberry fool is just sweetened puréed blackberries mixed with sweetened whipped cream; you can eat it out of a bowl by itself, but you can also put it in puff pastry shells. Obviously I'm going with that option, how is that even a choice.
I do love a pink dessert.