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4:02am June 2, 2013

My friend found a place online where she could order injera. Which is my favorite bread ever. Apparently someone invented a machine that automates making it (it is difficult to make and usually handmade) and is selling it online. So she made a wot to go with it, at around midnight, because she didn’t want to eat the injera alone. And then she brought it to my place and we had a midnight feast. Which we never do and it was amazing.

I can’t actually eat anymore due to gastroparesis (as my followers probably know). So the picture is mostly what I did. I’d suck on the bread like that and then spit it out. Including the wot sometimes. It was really really amazing. There are no Ethiopian restaurants in Vermont so it’s been almost ten years since I’ve eaten this, and it’s my favorite kind of food. When I was a teenager I’d save up my lunch money all week long and then go to a local family-owned restaurant on Friday, where a kid my age was a waitress and I became a regular there.

Weirdly enough sucking and chewing the food and then spitting it out made me feel full eventually. Maybe I was confusing the sensation of being satiated by my feeding tube (which was going through a feeding pump at the same time), with the actions of chewing and sucking on food, to the point I eventually really felt like I’d eaten a meal.

I don’t normally get food cravings but if I haven’t eaten, which I couldn’t in the hospital due to no feeding tube due to them not considering a lack of feeding tube to be an emergency(!), then I start craving food sometimes. So this was the perfect time to do the chew and spit it out routine. Fortunately my friend was not grossed out by this. And now my mouth tastes like injera and wot and I’m happy, even if the actual food is in the trash can and not my stomach.