Baking off

"All things considered, this has been a really good day," the Old Man said to me as I handed him a slice of hot buttered tesen safron in honour of St Piran. In the light of the fact that one of those things was having something ripped out of his body via his penis, that's damn high praise. I hope Mom agrees. She had planned to head home today, but Monday we got the news that monshu had lost twenty pounds since being discharged and she said she wanted to hang around until that got "worked out". The Old Man is cleared to be on his own during the day, but Mom thinks that without someone around to urge food on him, he won't eat enough. I think his loss of appetite is related more than anything to being overdue for a hormone treatment, which he got the same day as the weigh-in. Already, he's eating much more than he was last week.

We all are. The tesen is actually one of the least-caloric things around. A couple days ago, Mom baked a chocolate cake "cockaigne" according to Rombauer's recipe and just yesterday we received nine pints of premium ice cream courtesy of kcatalyst and trom. Has monshu eaten any of that? No, he's still making his way through the Häagen Dazs I bought him in the form of daily milkshakes. I'm the one who had a bowl of the sweet cream biscuit with peach jam variety as a supplement to lunch. Then for dinner, I was fixing imitation cappellacci from Mariano's and decided to use the leftover cream from the ganache to make salsa alle noci. So though I'm still ten pounds down since the diagnosis, I do not expect that to last.

Particularly given that the Old Man's latest demand is Chelsea buns, a traditional English twist on cinnamon rolls. Guess I know how I'm spending my Saturday.