Posted by Loulou on Sep 3, 2014 | 2 comments

I put my knees up too, as a show of solidarity in mama’s ordeal.

Oh, boy, mama is lying up in bed with her leg elevated after having had the magical Dr. Khelif stick her with Synvisc One, which is supposed to help her get back in marching order, haha.  For some weeks now, mama has not been able to click along at her usual rate on her ‘little pins’, as her friend, Annie, calls her legs.  So off she went armed with Synvisc One and a mild relaxant since mama does NOT like being shot even if this doc is a wizard at injections.

But I really hope she’ll be pinning along soon.  I’m up here with her, keeping her company because papa is really a good nurse but ADAMANT about following the doc’s rules and keeping mama off her feet (just be glad that’s not ‘feed’–boy, would she not be happy) for 36 hours.  No running, jumping, skiing, skating, marathons, climbing Annapurna, etc. until the knee settles out and starts walking properly.

But mama says this stuff is magical for knees that just need (no pun intended) a little help getting back on track, so to speak. What’s really nice about this for mama is that PAPA cooks lunch, dinner and another lunch tomorrow and boy, is that fun to watch!!! Today when they got home it was gazpacho for starters and then a little green salad with toasted goat cheese and baby tomatoes, and muscat grapes and Mirabelle plums for dessert.  Tonight I think he has a fish in mind, so I’m hanging around the kitchen a little closer than my usual polite distance while the chef creates.  I have a feeling that someone who only sort of knows the ropes about what mama does in her lab, as she calls it, might just feel obligated to toss a little cabillaud toward my dinner dish…hey, I won’t protest!

But for someone who doesn’t cook that often, he sure does a bang-up job.  The person that gets antsy over all this is mama–she’s not used to being waited upon and wined and dined so lavishly by her honey (that’s papa, in case you didn’t know), and I can see that papa really has fun with this when it happens. We have this amazing frozen food delicacy store nearby called Picard that has anything anyone would want to eat, beautifully prepared, ingredients available raw or cooked in various ways and I could really go wild in there, as sometimes papa is prone to do.  Mama, too.

I think if they really looked hard, mama and papa would find tidbits of field mouse, sautéed in olive oil with a light Parmesan sauce, but they haven’t looked that carefully yet because they’re too busy trying to decide between scallops in puff pastry or Indonesian curry over pilaf, things like that.  And mama wouldn’t have touched frozen dishes until she found Picard and had dinner at a friend’s house where the whole meal was from Picard and mama thought the friend had worked all day on the menu!  Another prejudice dropped…yay!

I checked out the website the other day when I was hungry and it’s a mistake, I tell you.  Pure masochism.  Look at it at your own risk…and Picard does NOT have anything to do with my blog–I just like the place, even if I have to sit in my cage in the car while THEY shop. Still, it’s a godsend for people with their knees elevated and a new chef in the kitchen.  Maybe papa will let me toss that cabillaud in flour and salt and pepper before he lets it hit the pan…I’ll try to convince him that he needs help, haha.

Gazpacho and melon with lime to start off papa’s lunch…

Sucrine lettuce with toasted goat cheese (I’m drooling as I write…)

Papa, just put that little morsel right here on my little tongue…

I’m not supposed to tell you but mama signed up for a tango class tonight, haha…just kidding.