For two days, neither of us ate. Because food was too much of a reminder, and even watching the Food Network hurt.
Thankfully, all of that is over. Food is okay again. Remembering is okay. And making plans -- that's even better. I am learning new desserts (tomorrow, I will attempt homemade pumpkin ice cream). He is thinking about new cookbooks to add to our collection. And we have new flatware, so the fourth person at the table will no longer have to eat with the little fork and a teaspoon.
And I hunt for new places to dine, places I can tell him about and take him to when he comes back (which may happen in two weeks). Today for brunch, it was Bette's Oceanview Diner, where there is absolutely no view of the ocean at all. Here, a gigantic pie hangs from the ceiling and the Halloween decorations border on freakish kitsch. The scrambled eggs are prepared custard-style, the home fries are topped with sour cream (joy of joys) and there are cupcakes and eclairs on the dessert menu.
It is so nice to be able to eat again.
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