After the procedure he decided to bring up that I should avoid solid foods for the next four days. Excellent. This would have been information that would have vastly changed the grocery shopping I did yesterday. However, since I lack the ability to turn back time I was forced to slightly alter dinner plans for this evening.
I stopped by the grocery store on my way home and stocked up on pudding, keffir, and smooth peanut butter.
For the first course I made this zucchini ribbon salad with thinly sliced zucchini, garlic scape, lemon, olive oil, salt, and pepper. I let it marinate for about an hour then served it over mixed greens. Jen tells me that this tasted good. I have to take her word for it.
I had no intention of making soup this evening, however, with an injured mouth I was forced to make something for dinner that was not pudding or peanut butter.
I browned some whole cloves of garlic and shopped onion then tossed in some peeled and cubed kohlrabi. I cooked it with chicken stock then pureed it with some milk and curry powder. I garnished it with a fried wonton. Sure it may look like a leftover fried tortilla from the other night but I assure you that is merely a coincidence.
The main course (the one I am most upset about not getting to eat) was this beautiful sushi grade tuna that I seared with a sesame crust. The crust was a little light on sesame seeds (because I ran out) so I also added a little wasabi powder as well.
I also made a lemon shallot vinaigrette which I drizzled over some mache greens and I made a wasabi mashed potato to accompany it. I wasn't sure about simply mashing the potatoes by hand. I contemplated putting them through a food processor but by the time 8:00PM rolled around I was tired of this whole liquid diet nonsense.
While we didn't have it for dessert I also made a cherry preserve out of the cherries which were mere hours away from becoming unusable. I'm a little worried I made the jam too loose to use for sandwiches but we'll see how it goes.
I have no lack of options for dessert with puddings and ice cream I purchased this afternoon. Jen and I even bandied about the idea of going to the ice cream truck for some soft serve. Soft serve ice cream: perfect for the wounded mouth.
I wonder if the Mr. Softee truck gives receipts. Maybe I'll mail it to my insurance company to see if they'll up the tab.
I'll let you know how that goes.
1 comment:
Nate what did you have done to your mouth? Sorry you didn't get to eat that great-looking tuna!
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