I have long looked at this blog as a place to record family history as well as recipes. For a long time…over a year, I dedicated each Saturday to a story. I have long since run out of old family lore, but daily there are funny things that my kids do. If I don’t write them down here, I won’t write them anywhere and I would hate to have some gems lost to my posterity. So, indulge me, if you will, while I tell you about my eldest’s experience with having his wisdom teeth removed.
The Musician, as I like to call him here is very squeamish when it comes to needles and pain. When he was little, it took multiple nurses to hold him down for vaccinations. He has gotten better, but he works himself up to a tizzy in anticipation of any medical procedure. You can well imagine the state of his nerves last Monday morning as we arrived at the oral surgeon’s office.
The procedure went very well. It only took a little over an hour. It was the effects of the general anesthetic that were so memorable. I walked in and The Musician said, “I hate you, Mom. You did this to me.” A little taken aback, I said, “No, Honey, the dentist did this to you.” He replied, “Well, I hate him then. Let’s get a gun and shoot him. I love you, Mom.” He was really out of it!
On the way home, he suddenly asked if he could go to the beach. I reminded him that he had just had surgery and needed to go home. After much debate, he settled down again. We had just about reached our house when he suddenly reached over and adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see it. I moved it back so I could use it and he said, “Mom, I need to see behind me, I am driving!” I told him it was better the way I had it and he then said, “Well, when we get pulled over and I get a ticket, I am not paying for it!!”
He refused help out of the car and started veering down the driveway to the neighbor’s house. “Mom! I think I need a little help here!” I got him through the front door and he sprang away from me and said, “I need to play the piano.” He tried to play a very technical piece, but being in an almost drunk state of mind, mostly slurred over the keys. “Mom! The piano is broken. This should sound perfect, but nothing is working right.” I finally got him away from the piano…mind you, he is much bigger than I am…and yet again tried to get him into bed. Nope. He started doing laps around the kitchen, through the hall, into the family room and around again. He did this five or six times, at a slant, before he headed for the couch. I set him up with an ice bag and then went back to the drugstore to get the antibiotics and pain meds. While I was gone, The Musician started saying in a high, weird voice, “Would you like a bite of my pretty apple?” I think he was channeling the wicked queen in Snow White. We had watched Mirror Mirror just a few days prior.
After a couple of hours I FINALLY got him to go to his own bed. There were at least 17 “Moms!” per hour, but he wasn’t causing as much commotion. By that evening he was out of bed, baking Snickerdoodles. He was full of energy and I was pooped!!!
- 12 oz pasta, cooked
- 2 Tbsp butter
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- 1 8oz pkg cream cheese
- Milk as needed to thin (up to 2 cups)
- 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
- ¼ lb smoked salmon, chopped
- 1 14 oz frozen carrot, broccoli, cauliflower, yellow squash blend
- 1 Tbsp dried oregano
- Melt butter over medium heat.
- Add garlic and saute.
- Blend in cream cheese.
- Add milk to thin to desired consistency.
- Add Parmesan. crumble salmon into cheese mixture.
- Stir in spinach and oregano.
- Cook and stir about 3 minutes or until heated through.
- Serve over pasta.