adrian_turtle

Last week was difficult, as everyone knows.

So then Monday morning I went into the dentist's office for some minor oral surgery I had been very carefully not thinking about because otherwise I would panic. And the dentist said it went well and I am taking it on faith that it went well and my feeling that something is terribly, terribly, wrong is all in my head only in the sense that my jaw is in my head and has not healed yet.

And I tried to make applesauce Monday afternoon. I have a peculiar sort of plastic bandage inside my mouth on one side, and instructions to eat on the other side. And not to eat anything hard or crunchy. We had plenty of apples from the farmers' market in the refrigerator, but I didn't want to take expensive apples with delicate flavor and good texture and cook them down to mush, so I got some from the store. They had quinces next to the apples, and I thought it might be a good idea to throw one into the applesauce. I had one of those steel things that cuts the core out of an apple or pear and divides the fruit into 8 pieces with a satisfying ker-THUNK. I took it home when we were cleaning out the synagogue attic last year, and enjoyed using it. Alas, the quince was stronger than the kerthunker! The outer ring tore away as I pushed it down, so the jagged ends of the spokes cut me. It wasn't bad enough to need stitches but it was still very upsetting.