Mashed

After deciding to leave it for a week to see if my exercises would help my swallowing, I tried a bit of mashed potato again today. Tasted nice, but 20 minutes for a dessert-spoonful is no fun. Thought I’d try one of the chocolate puds I bought for Barbara. It went down like Gareth Bale. So I think I’ll have to work on my sweet tooth for now, on the basis that the sooner I can learn to eat again the sooner I’ll have some say in my nutrition. To creme caramel and beyond…