Food as Medicine

Forgive my radio silence. This dervish...she has been a-whirling.  Details at some future time. 

Tonight, my mind is on my father, who will undergo a surgery later this week.  Of course, at his age it makes me anxious, but I have many reasons to stay positive, and so I will.

I am also heartened by his strict orders that I am to carry out this week:
When he awakes in the recovery room, I am to greet him with a Ben and Jerry's milkshake I have smuggled past the nurses' desk.  I know that the promise of a stiff cup of coffee helps me out of bed most mornings so I am quite sure that indulging in a creamy milkshake will help him back on his feet.

Godspeed, Ben, Jerry, and Bill.

xoxo