Eating Issues, Again

While we were in Paris, I had a great starter of goat cheese, roasted red peppers and eggplant. It inspired me to make a simple and light pasta dish for dinner last night. Dennis has not been able to eat spaghetti for some time now, but he has found the tubular pastas to be easy to chew and swallow. Inventing a pasta dish, inspired by the French, seemed a good choice for a hot and humid night.

I had roasted peppers and tomatoes as well as some sweet goat cheese, and I always have olive oil, garlic and pasta, and everything should have been super easy. But I wanted it to be special, so I made a bit of an unnecessary fuss when putting it all together. It turned out the extra touches were well worth the effort because the dish was absolutely delicious.

Dennis could not eat it. Too much saliva in his mouth. He couldn't chew the pasta. All that was happening was heavy, red drool pouring out of his mouth. I remembered the mechanical chopped meals at the nursing home, and took out the underused food processor to chop it up for him. It appears that a food processor is not able to do much with pasta either. He still couldn't eat the dinner.

He has lost weight again, and the doctor was concerned at our last visit. He assured her that it was because he had been in the hospital and nursing home for so long, and that I was a great cook and the weight would come back on soon, so she needn't worry. It's just that if he can't eat it, it's going to be hard to fatten him up.

I guess there is always ice cream.