The other day a friend and I were texting and I told her that I was going to cook some sea bass filets for our supper and she said that when she was a child, she was constantly getting fish bones stuck in her throat and someone would throw her a piece of Wonder bread and tell her to roll a piece up into a ball to swallow to push the bone down. Now this is how fish bones in the throat were handled in my house as well, and as I told my friend- it must have worked. We are both still alive.
But I did not buy that loaf of Sunbeam bread, which is just as white and soft as Wonder bread, because of its bone-in-the-throat treating properties. I bought it because Mr. Moon had a tooth pulled today and can only eat soft foods for a few days. He said he'd like some chicken noodle soup for his lunch and I asked him if he'd like some lightly toasted cheese sandwiches on white bread to go with it?
His eyes twinkled at the very thought.
So, I got in the car and drove to the DG and bought two cans of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and that loaf of Sunbeam. I think he loved his lunch. And when he feels better, he can use the rest of the bread to make little dough balls with to fish for bream. That's what we used to fish with for catfish off the dock in Roseland. Tiny little dough balls made of squished-up bits of bread. Worked a charm! And now that I think it about it, it's a bit ironic to catch a fish on a hook with bread balls and then use bread balls to get rid of a bone in the throat when one is eating the fish.
Not that we ate those catfish.
Ick. We just caught them and let them go. Hell, we'd catch the same one over and over again. Catfish are not that bright.
So it's been a quiet day around here. It's been raining off and on, and is relatively cool, which is a huge blessing. Mr. Moon's mostly been in his chair, icing his jaw and probably napping. The dentist told him he'd give him some pain pills for after and Glen said, "Nah, I'll be fine," and the dentist said, "Well, I'll prescribe you a few just in case," and my husband said, "Okay. Make sure to give me the big boy pills in that case."
Which reminds me of when Keith Richards was going to have surgery on his brain when he fell off a branch and conked his head on it at the beach. He told the anesthesiologist, "Remember- it takes a lot to knock me out." Probably the understatement of the century.
Now Glen has very little experience with strong pain medication- I want to make that clear. But I love his cockiness in asking for the Big Boy pills.
He hasn't taken one so far.
I trimmed the garlic this afternoon.
Man! Making pickles out of cucumbers is so much easier than making pickles out of green beans. Every single bean in a jar has to be trimmed to a specific length and getting them all in the jar is sort of a Jenga-like activity. Or maybe a Rubick's cube. Whatever. It takes some time and I can't tell you how many chopsticks I've broken using them to arrange the beans in the jar for Maximum Bean Occupancy.
Well, sort of.
Landon would understand.
I think Landon would understand that, as well.
Someone else's horribly mannered, rather wicked child who could probably benefit from an exorcism, but still- a child. Who is dear to my heart.