Happy Birthday, Chai, and in loving memory of what was Morrow's parents' anniversary.
In the recovery room, I had a packet of saltines and some water.
I came home really hungry, though, and had a wonderful lunch of a hard-boiled egg and some tabbouleh on romaine.
I slept almost all afternoon.
I let the Vicodin wear off so I could have a nice drink, and I wanted to invent something for the occasion. I didn't want to get into too many ingredients, so I started with lime juice and worked from there.
I dubbed this the "43 Minutes," guessing that's about how long the surgery took and because I used Licor 43 as an ingredient. Here is the drink and the recipe:
2 oz. Bacardi Gold rum
3/4 oz. fresh lime juice
3/4 oz. Licor 43
Pour over ice and stir. If I had had one handy, I would garnish it with a sprig of rosemary.
Carol brought dinner for us and made a salad too. I swiped a piece of red bell pepper.
Stuffed shells (on a glass plate, which hardly shows in the picture!!) were so good!! And not just because I didn't have to cook. I love pasta, which is precisely why I don't have it more often.
First a crust to mop up the pasta sauce.
And then another piece with butter!
I gorged on salad, even a second helping.
And as if this isn't enough (you'd think having no breakfast was a reason to stuff myself for dinner!!), a nice glass of red wine!
Who needs Vicodin????
And to really cap off the meal and the whole day, I wanted something chocolate. So Morrow, who has been so good to me all day, went out to the gas station and bought some chocolate ice cream, and I heated up a little bit of hot fudge sauce left over from last Christmas. It didn't heat up all that well, but it sure tasted good!!
And I had a cup of decaf but forgot to take a picture of it.
It doesn't look good in this picture, but it was!!
Since I won't be doing a lot of moving around for a couple of days (weeks?), I'd better get off the food cart!! Look for some slim rations for the next few days.
Meanwhile, I'm really tired and I think I WILL take that Vicodin!