As coworkers have seen me “enjoying” my liquid and mush diet, many have asked what food I most pine for. It’s really not a single food that I crave. It’s more the sensation I yearn for. I long to plunge my incisors into some substantial, hand-held entrée, rend off a dripping, intemperate hunk, and chew with unconscious abandon. Burrito, pizza, chicken leg, sub sandwich, even just crusty bread. I don’t care, as long as I can eat without the move-by-move self-consciousness I’ve had to exercise during this process.
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