|Alison at bluestem in February 2012, three weeks before her stroke.|
I mentioned the fact that I can't eat. Really, I am unable to swallow anything substantial. When my mother was sick, I swore off rotisserie chicken and Stouffer's lasagna forever. Or chicken and rice casserole. Don't get me wrong, it was amazing not having to worry about meals. I simply chose not to eat them again. Only now, I would totally eat them again because it would mean I could eat again. I would dive into a serving of moo goo from Yen Ching, near Springfield, Mo. Yes, I could get moo goo in KC, but it wouldn't be the same. It just wouldn't. I want steamed rice and crab rangoon. The crab rangoon at Yen Ching is peppery, not sweet. I'd eat fettuccine Alfredo and coconut shrimp. I think I just gained seven pounds. Twizzlers and those peach things and Good and Plenty and Jelly Bellies, along with about every candy bar known to man, sound tasty.
A fan of fine dining, my 10th anniversary was supposed to be celebrated at Alinea in Chicago. My anniversary is this August. A bit ambitious at this point, n'est-ce pas? I regret never having tried Julian when we lived in Brookside. We did make it to bluestem, The American and Justus Drugstore. Oh, and Michael Smith. In no particular order, of course. Thanks, Groupon and KC Restaurant Week.
Creme wafers and Lucky Charms sound good. I will have rainbow sprinkles on my White Chocolate Mousse from TCBY. I know I remember my Mall Deli order verbatim, and there's a reason. Oh, and I might as well go to Cafe del Rio and Chicken Mary's. Before people get all judgy about my hypothetical food choices, please know I will use moderation. I am a pretty good cook, despite my horrible knife skills. Really, I am surprised that I still have all parts of all of my fingers. And I don't weigh a ton. It turns out that not eating anything at all is the best diet ever.