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Being my dentist.
No joke, just ask my mother– Trust me, this is something she would remember.
All throughout my childhood, poor (aptly named) “Dr. Silver” would end our appointments MUCH more silver-haired than he was at the beginning. Literally having to chase me around the dental chair (his breath reaking of Luden’s licorice-flavored cough drops)–I would shreak the same way I would when my mother would come at me with a comb after washing my waste-length hair (these were the days before the invention of cream-rinse or conditioner–so don’t judge me harshly until you’ve experienced this nightmare yourself).
Anyway, the doctor would beg (I mean beg) my mother to ”pleease” take me to another dentist–but no, Dr. Siver was stuck with me.
The only thing worse than being my dentist is being my husband either before or after I visit the dentist–especially if it was like today–when I HAD to go because this past weekend, when having a grand-old time at a wedding, my back tooth split in half and I had to spit it out into my napkin (lovely, I know).
Here’s the $64,000 question: How does someone break a tooth while eating quinoa??
So, I went to see my dentist today and I just felt so badly since she happens to be the MOST WONDERFUL dentist–actually she’s one of the kindest, most gentle, caring people I’ve ever met…and the poor thing is the lucky dentist that’s now stuck with me. (No, I didn’t make her chase me but I was shaking (quaking) like Mango does before she gets her yearly shots)… I kept trying to snap myself out of it by reminding myself (internally) “Lauren, there are people enduring chemo therapy!” Oh, today I was a mess–it’s so embarrassing.
Then, poor Jon–When I got home–he answered the door (and, after seeing me leave the house this morning all bent out of shape in fear) I could see him looking at me–wondering if I was going to snarl or smile.
Can you guess?
So, I did what I always do when I need to feel better. I started to cook…and cook…and cook. I even decided to make a celebration birthday cake since we’ve got a birthday girl on June 24! (Oh please, you already know that, two blogs back, I spoiled the gnocchi surprise–And, anyway, in this family, this particular cake is not ever a surprise–after all these years, it’s considered a birth-right.
So, what did I learn today?
1) It’s not easy to be strong when you have people putting needles into your gums.
2) Using ones bare hands to crush Oreo cookies is EXTREMELY therapeutic when feeling unraveled.
3) My husband still loves me, even after being a brat. I’m a lucky girl.
Tonight’s din-din: grilled whole fish, fresh vegetables and garlic toast. I’m looking forward to being able to chew! 
To read my blog on how to make the ice cream cake, click here. And, click here for to see the video and here, for the printable recipe.
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