When I was cooking at The Oaks Retirement Center (my last job — that’s literally where I was when I first passed out from this stupid tumor) I often had residents who had very little appetite. I took it as a personal challenge to find things they would eat, because if I got them to eat something, we could usually get them eating more and more, slowly but surely.
I quizzed their visitors. What would she eat at a movie? On a car trip? At a diner? Her favorite dessert? A treat? Her mother’s best dish? On her birthday?
No matter what it was, I would try to make something from that list and just present it without much notice. No Big Deal that root beer floats are for dessert today!
I was trying to distract myself from this stupid headache and thought, wow, I should ask people who have eaten with me what I like to eat. Then I remembered I had an album on Flickr called Foodporn. But that’s all the food I’ve made, not necessarily food I made because I wanted it and like it. Sort of? I was looking through it lately, and sadly, not much appeals.
One thing did, though, my Hippie Oatmeal. So we are going to start with that.
I also started a list with everyone of things that I think of that sound appealing. I can only do it in short bits before everything sounds horrible, so I add one thing and exit the app. No real reading it as a list for me yet. And no judging what I put on the list! I really do like kombucha better than any other liquid.
I can’t believe I’ve turned into that lady! But maybe that’s the reason I was in Branson for a while, to learn. Treating myself like I’d treat someone else. What a rad concept.
Do your friends and family a favor and create that list for yourself. It might come in handy some day.
It’s going to be a challenge for me to make things that only I will like or be able to eat, not make things that they will like. I really love hippie oatmeal, or did. I’m sort of looking forward to making it this evening. Sort of.
I can’t wait to introduce it to the birdies! Doc tells me “step up” whenever I walk by, trying to boss me about. He’s so much fun. He thinks we are going to make beautiful babies together. His latest trick is to sound like the goat is in front to get the cavalry out the door. He stumbled getting onto my arm yesterday, and told me “oops, careful, there, there, it’s okay”.