Remember the excruciating pain as the pieces of pink naked flesh literally slowly ripping apart from within? No? Well check out my experience HERE.
But now, it's Ben turn. *cue evil laughter*
Yes, last week it was Ben's turn to get wiser though I must protest that he didn't suffer as much. You see, He only had a few day of torture before he surrendered to the pain. Off he went to the dentist and instructed the man to promptly burn off the piece of flesh obstructing his wisdom.
Yes, he does have lovely set of chomppers doesn't he. Please don't compare it with mine.
It's not food stuck was behind there. It's Ben's burnt flesh. Yes, it smelled disturbingly good. Like a good ol' Sunday barbie. He actually ate some of it but accident. Or so he claims...
Cannibal Ben still could not chew properly as the pinkish region was still tender and growing. So, me being my loving *ahem* caring lover *cue harps* decided to cook him his most dreaded food.
THE DASTARDLY PORRIDGE!
Now Ben usually avoids eating porridge and anything clear and soupy like the Black Plague. But recently, he's been having a change of taste. I would like to credit it to my *ahem* persuasion skills and love but perhaps he's getting more relaxed and starting to enjoy things in life more.
And not a scowl in sight ^^
P/S: I added plenty of his favorite scallops into the porridge albeit dried . See I'm not that mean.
Do you have a comfort food that you eat when you're under the weather?