Before the doctors opened up my skull, I never had a sweet tooth. I’d enjoy the occasional fruit dessert (strawberry shortcake) and slice of carrot cake, but I never needed it. Certainly never went Cathy-crazy and threatened anyone with bodily harm if they stood between me and chocolate.

Also, I used to LOVE red wine.

Both of these things have changed significantly post-op. It hurts me to even type that. (Do you know how long my red-wine love affair lasted? Oh the plans we made!)

I can’t get enough chocolate. Seriously. I’ll eat something sweet every night. When I lost my appetite completely and would struggle to eat at all, you could be sure I’d fall face first in a piece or three of cake. And these days, even the finest Pinot Noir tastes of vinegar once it passes my lips.

(“It’s like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous.”)

It’s a crime. A shame. It’s heartbreaking.

And worse than all that, it’s costing me a visit to the dentist on Monday to revisit this pain that turning my top left molar into a torture machine on my skull. (Heat/cold/pressure all = OW FUCK STOP!*) Antibiotics and pain relievers have both been prescribed.

*My skull has a foul mouth.

This newly discovered sweet tooth may be in for some serious work.

In the meantime, I will drink my Sauvignon Blanc and white Bordeaux and desperately try and retrain my brain to recall my Malbec love.

This photo is of the strawberry topped Old-Fashioned Chocolate Cupcakes I talked about in a previous post. I made these for the community potluck a month or so back where we got to meet sweet Madeline, Jorge and Mel’s new little girl. I did them up with some cream cheese icing instead of chocolate for a change. They were YUM, but all melty what with the heat and cream cheese. All the more reason to eat them up fast!*

My excuse, anyway!