Well finally, I made it to the day I get to eat an egg. Yes, one week post-op and I can finally have something other than liquids. The egg was careful removed from the crate and placed in the pot. The burner turned on high. The pot of water filled to just the top of the egg and placed on the burner. Ten minutes later the egg sat resting on the stove top. I'm not sure if that was my lips smacking or Rosco's, but no way I was sharing this with him. A few treats and he is back in his crate and I am cracking a hard boiled egg.
I sliced it and put a small amount in my mouth. It was heavenly. I think angels might have been singing, or maybe that was my stomach rumbling its thanks. In any event, it was the most glorious egg I had ever eaten.
After my visit to the doctor where I was cleared for soft pureed foods, I had chicken salad for dinner. It was likely the best food I have ever eaten.
So to answer the age old question of which came first the chicken or the egg...I still don't know, since I ate them both, and it was divine.
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