Parallel Universe
I am going to try very hard not to talk about food.
I could talk about the the flocks of field fares (not sure how they spell themselves) I saw on our walk, or I could talk about the scent of a pinemartin which the dogs regularly pick up and follow. But who wants to sound like Autumn Watch? (But were the vast numbers of birds I was seeing today escaping from floods further South? I would like to…
Spam, Broth and being Off Piste
I was so delighted to see that some people are reading this blog and then I noticed a particularly slimy bit of spam.
This raises the question of whether broth and custard attracts spam?
But thanks to genuine replies - they are much appreciated.
The broth is going down well and the husband had almost ten hours of reasonably comfortable sleep last night - the best for a while. There…
Chicken Broth and Baked Custard
One of the advantages of being off work is that I can cook good old-fashioned things for my husband. It's Mrs Beeton-style invalid food. Today, for example, one fat fowl (organic) simmered with every vegetable I can lay my hands on, followed by a baked custard, delicately flavoured with a vanilla pod. Tomorrow? Probably more chicken broth .... Ideas, Mrs Beeton? As well as the cooking…
I have started, so I will continue ...
From my perspective, there is only one great basic certainty about oesophageal cancer: food is life. If my husband can't eat, he will starve.
For fellow carers, and those who have eating problems due to cancer, I hope your experience of dieticians has been better than ours. I seem to remember the only advice we were given was aimed at all cancer patients who were going through…
