Pieces of Me

Where was the serenity of my tulips this past Thursday at 2:32pm. when my wisdom tooth was being yanked out?

I hadn’t so much as ever even had a cavity filled in my life when this was thrown at me.

Since it was only one that needed excavating and the word around town was, “it’s quick and easy these days”, I thought I could just go for the freezing and be done with it.

I survived the freezing with relative ease, “there you go, that’s the worst part over” said Dr. Nightingale.

Oh, this is not so bad…easy street…I thought.

They let me linger with the freezing for a few minutes for it to take effect.

As soon as a fork could be stuck into my right cheek with me none the wiser we were ready.

“Now you’re going to feel a tremendous amount of pressure” said Dr. Death as his assistant kept me comfortable by stroking my head and telling me to breath.

I didn’t realize I needed to fire up the old VCR before this appointment to watch “So You’re Having a Baby” to brush up on my labour survival skills.

A tremendous amount of pressure there was, but he neglected to mention the tremendous amount of aggression that goes along with removing someone’s tooth with a tool, brute force and your own two hands.

I’d sooner have someone tie one end of a string around my tooth and the other on a door knob and slam that baby shut!

Don’t worry…I survived.

There was just the swelling to deal with and relearning how to chew and keep food away from the canyon in the back of my mouth.


At least I’m well versed at making food for people who gum their food into oblivion or I would have felt pretty deprived these past couple of days…maybe I’ll eat today’s baby food recipe for dinner tonight.


It was just a little wisdom tooth.

I’m now a ¼ less wise, so says my husband.

Lucky for him.

It’s just another little piece of me gone like my favourite mug I had to throw out last week.

I was in ceramic chip denial for a few weeks until I had no choice but to give in.

So sad.

In other news…

This maple syrup has been in my fridge for a while.

When my husband asked me how long today, I thought for moment and remembered picking it up at the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto while away with my friend for her birthday…maybe last year.

Then I thought about what we did for my friend’s birthday last year, and it wasn’t this.

REALLY…it was 2 years ago and I still have the maple syrup in my fridge??

How do 2 years pass by so fast?

Clearly we don’t eat enough pancakes.


Cheesy Veggie Risotto

Age – 8 months +


  • 1 cup broccoli florets chopped
  • 1 cup of carrots chopped
  • ½ cup of frozen peas
  • ½ cup of rice

Cheese Sauce

  • 1 ½ tbsps. butter
  • 1 ½ tbsps. flour
  • 1 ½ cups of milk
  • ¾ cup of grated cheddar cheese

Baby Steps

  1. Cook rice according to package directions leaving out the salt and set aside.
  2. Peel and chop carrots into small pieces and place in steamer set over boiling water. Cover and cook for 10 mins.
  3. Clean and chop broccoli and then add to carrots once the first 10 mins of cooking is complete and continue to cook for another 8 mins.
  4. Add peas to steamer and cook for 5 more mins.
  5. To make cheese sauce, melt butter in large sauce pan over medium heat.
  6. Add flour and stir with a spatula until it makes a smooth paste, approx. 1 min.
  7. Add milk to paste, increase heat to medium/high and stir and cook until lumps are gone and milk begins to thicken, approx. 3 mins.
  8. Add grated cheese and continue to stir until melted and well combined.
  9. Remove steamed veggies from pot and transfer to a bowl to use hand held blender to pulse a few times breaking veggies into tiny pieces.
  10. Add rice to veggies and pour in cheese sauce and stir together until well combined.
  11. Let cool for a few minutes then transfer some into freezing trays to be stored in the freezer for up to 3 months, and some to a food storage container in the fridge to use within 48 hours.

Makes – Approx. 12 servings

I wonder if the pain of a tooth forcing itself in is as bad as someone forcing one out?

Just another reason why I wish babies could talk.