10 things I’ve been eating while waiting for my mouth to heal.

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Getting my tooth pulled was painless. Trying to figure out what I can eat while I’m healing is probably the worst part. I’m a picky eater and just lazy, so I can’t get too creative with the blender. Luckily, it’s now a full week after I had the tooth pulled and I’ve been able to eat a bigger variety of foods, though there are still things I don’t want to try until I get the stitches removed, like crusty bread or pizza or breaded chicken.

What I’ve mostly been eating:

  1. Peanut butter strawberry-banana smoothie
  2. Similar recipe found here, but I use a cup of whole milk, not yogurt. If you’re trying this after a tooth extraction, do not add ice cubes and be sure to strain it to get rid of the strawberry seeds.

  3. Matzo ball soup
  4. “Jewish penicillin.”

  5. Mashed potatoes
  6. This wasn’t as satisfying as I’d hoped, I love my mom’s mashed potatoes but they’re not so great as a meal on their own.

  7. Baby food
  8. And I’ll be able to use the jars for storage!

  9. Bologna & cheese sammich
  10. Not recommended after only a couple of days. Too solid, too quick. After the first week is plenty of time to “graduate” to more solid foods like lunchmeat sandwiches.

  11. French toast
  12. Cut up into itty bitty pieces.


  13. Oatmeal
  14. Scrambled eggs
  15. Strawberry Jello
  16. Chocolate pudding

What I’m working on — The start of a blog planner.

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I’ve come to the realization that the reason I don’t blog much is because I have no real planning involved. I’ll think of something I want to blog about, write the entry for it, and usually post the entry that same day. So if I don’t have any ideas or just don’t feel like writing, this blog stays dormant for days, weeks, even months at a time. I think the longest so far was two full months. It’s time I changed that. I want to start posting more often, so I’m setting up a binder full of scheduling plans and lists and whatever else I need. Social networking is involved too, I’ve created a Twitter account for my blog as well as a Facebook page to interact more with readers and other bloggers. I even have a print-out I made to schedule when I post on Facebook and Twitter so I don’t forget about those accounts or let them go too long without any content. I’m sure I’ll post more about my blog planner as I perfect it, but for now everything’s handwritten and not too pretty, so here’s a peek at what I’ve been up to. Don’t mind the baby food, it’s one of the things I’ve been eating since having a tooth pulled.

8 reasons why I read your blog.

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A little over a month ago, I wrote an entry listing off reasons why I might not be reading your blog. Now I’d like to give some reasons why I do come back to read your entries.

  1. Your blog has a pretty layout.
  2. Simple enough, right? A nice layout really is one of the most important things to have on a blog. I’m a fan of neat and organized, and minimalism. I don’t want to see tons of colors or a tacky hard-to-read color scheme, it can be difficult to navigate a website that looks more like a pair of clown pants, though I do love fun eye-catching headers.

  3. You post large pictures of good quality.
  4. Not everyone owns a fancy camera, but if you’re going to post pictures on your blog, don’t leave them tiny or blurry or discolored due to bad lighting. Clutter is bad too, don’t take a picture of something in your bedroom if your floor is covered in piles of crumpled laundry, the laundry is all I’ll be able to focus on. If you post pictures from other blogs, don’t forget to give them credit and link back to their blog!

  5. You blog about personal stories and how you spend your time.
  6. Craft blogs, “lifestyle” blogs (I guess that’s what mine is?), mommy/daddy bloggers, fashion blogs, photography blogs… I love reading a little chunk of someone’s life and feeling connected to them. I don’t love feeling like every entry is sponsored. If I want to read advertisements, I’ll open a magazine.

  7. You interact with your readers.
  8. Speaking of feeling connected, it’s wonderful when a blogger acknowledges their readers. Maybe it’s just the wording of their posts, maybe they ask a question at the end of the blog to entice readers to leave a comment, or maybe they reply to their comments. Or all of the above!

  9. Your posts don’t take me hours to read.
  10. Sometimes an entry needs to be long, but constant long entries can make a blog feel intimidating and makes it seem like the blogger doesn’t care about their readers. Especially when most of it seems to ramble on instead of actually discussing something. Like a good book, I should want to read the entire thing instead of skimming or plain giving up.

  11. You’ve found your niche.
  12. I appreciate bloggers who’ve discovered what they’re good at blogging about instead of trying to force a blog they aren’t passionate about. Don’t run a food blog if you hate to cook, for example.

  13. There are no pop-ups asking me to Like/subscribe or take a survey.
  14. I recently posted an entry talking about plugin pop-ups. Whether I’m a brand new reader or someone who’s been reading your entries for a while, I don’t want to have to click a little X so I can continue reading your entry.

  15. You give advice to fellow bloggers.
  16. This is a new favorite of mine. I’m a total sucker for learning how to be a better blogger. My blogging style is always changing, so I appreciate reading tips on how to stay awesome.

The death of my pirate tooth — Getting a tooth pulled for the first time.

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Last week, I blogged about my toothache caused by an impacted wisdom tooth. I made an appointment for yesterday to have a consultation with an oral surgeon I found on Yelp, assuming he’d just take a x-ray and discuss my different options with me, then ask me to come back in a week, but he had an opening yesterday so it was all taken care of in one day. Having my tooth pulled was honestly less painful than having my cavity drilled and filled. The doctor was friendly to the point of making me feel like we’d known each other for years, didn’t even accidentally hurt me, and his gloves taste like bubblegum. I’m happy to say having a tooth pulled for the first time was actually a pleasant experience.

Everyone in the office was so friendly, it really helped calm me down and actually made the appointment kind of fun. The dental assistant took an x-ray, then the doctor came in to explain there was a problem. Apparently the pain wasn’t from the wisdom tooth pushing against the molar, the pain was coming from the molar itself. This was actually the molar I’d just had filled with silver in January, I’d waited too long to have the wisdom tooth removed so it did some damage to the molar. Filling the cavity had been necessary because the pain was waking me every four hours, but it still sucks I went through all that only to end up losing the tooth anyway. Since the molar was damaged and the wisdom tooth was sideways, the doctor said both would need to be pulled. I asked if it’d be possible to just pull the molar and then see if the wisdom tooth finishes growing in with the extra room, I wouldn’t mind having a crooked one as long as my face finally stopped hurting. He agreed that’s a good idea. I really did not want him cutting into my gums to extract the wisdom tooth, the idea of losing the molar didn’t bother me as much and maybe the wisdom tooth will actually grow in its place.

It turned out he had an opening after his next appointment, so I told Mom what was going on and sat back down in the waiting room to watch television until it was time. I almost wish it’d been another hour away so I could say my appointment was at Tooth Hurty (2:30), but it was closer to 1pm. It’s now a little over 24 hours since I had the procedure and the only pain I’m feeling is the hinge of my jaw is bruised from having it propped so wide, which of course is completely normal. My gums haven’t hurt at all since the extraction.

This really was my first time getting a tooth pulled, I’d never needed dental surgery. I’ve never even had braces. He numbed the entire gum area, so I was awake for it and I spent the entire time anticipating pain. There was none. I could feel everything he was doing, but at the same time, I couldn’t feel anything. Just pressure, no discomfort. I didn’t even feel any pain when the tooth broke off from one of the roots. There was absolutely no pain during the surgery at all, and I didn’t start feeling some mild discomfort until 11:30pm, 10 hours after the tooth was pulled, and even that was only the bruising from having my jaw propped open. I hope I never need another tooth pulled, but if I ever do or if I want to get an implant for my lost pirate tooth, I will absolutely go back to that office.

If you live in Los Angeles and need an oral surgeon, I recommend going to the Etessami brothers. Hiri was my doctor.

Pepperoni pizza puffs

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Pepperoni pizza puffs

Tonight for dinner I made pepperoni pizza puffs. They’re basically muffins, but little pizzas. It’s a Rachael Ray recipe I found out about last year thanks to my friend Laurie.

They’re pretty simple, it takes around 20 minutes to prep them and another 20-25 for them to bake.


  • 3/4 cup flour
  • 3/4 teaspoon baking powder
  • 3/4 cup whole milk
  • 1 egg, lightly beaten
  • 4 ounces cheese, shredded (about 1 cup)
  • 4 ounces pepperoni, cut into small cubes (about 1 cup)
  • 1/2 cup store-bought pizza sauce


  1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Grease a 24-cup mini-muffin pan, or a 12-cup normal sized muffin pan. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour and baking powder; whisk in the milk and egg. Stir in the mozzarella and pepperoni; let stand for 10 minutes.
  2. Stir the batter and divide among the muffin cups. Bake until puffed and golden, 20 to 25 minutes.
  3. Meanwhile, microwave the pizza sauce until warmed through. Serve the puffs with the pizza sauce for dipping or pour a little over each one.

Adapted from this recipe.

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1996 wasn’t THAT long ago, you little twerp.

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Overheard at Taco Bell. Two teenage boys were standing in line behind me, one asked his friend what his shirt was about. Apparently he was wearing a Nirvana shirt, and his friend had never heard of the band.

Teen #1: “They’re pretty old. From the 90s, like 1996 or something. Honestly they’re kind of lame but the shirt’s comfortable.”

Thanks for making me feel ancient, kid.

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Health and compassion.

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Two years ago I decided I wanted to get all my blood tests taken care of before my birthday, so I could start a “new year” knowing whether I had any health issues I needed to know about (besides my weight, of course). I’m not afraid of needles at all, but I really hate having blood drawn, my arm usually hurts for a week afterward. I don’t know if I always get stuck with a nurse who jabs me too hard or what, but even when I ask them to use the smaller needle they normally use for children, it’s just a lousy experience. But it’s a small price to pay for making sure everything’s okay, right?

I brought my mom with me for company and to help keep me calm in the waiting room. It’s already kind of awful being at the hospital, but you have to go to the basement to have blood drawn and I really don’t like going down there. It’s just another floor, it’s not like it’s built from mildewy stone walls with minimal lighting or anything like that, but the lack of windows freaks me out, so it helps me if my mom’s there with me. So we’re sitting there waiting for my number to be called, and suddenly a flood of people got in line, including this adorable elderly black woman who looked like she should’ve been using a walker or at least a cane. She kept shifting her weight to each foot every few seconds and just really looked like she couldn’t (and shouldn’t) be standing for long. A couple of minutes passed and enough of the line had been taken care of so she was standing right in front of me, so I quickly finished my conversation with Mom and gently tapped the lady on the arm, and asked if she’d like to take my seat while I stand in line for her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and smiled shyly, and nodded. I got up and spent the next 10 minutes in line for her until I was finally in the #2 spot before the next person was called, and caught Mom’s eye to signal for her to have the woman come up. She thanked me, and I went back to my seat.

I didn’t really think of how nice I’d just been until I sat back down and saw the look of pride on my mother’s face, then it sank in. The thought just came so naturally to me, “That woman looks like she’ll have a lot of trouble waiting in line, I should offer her my seat so I can wait in her place.” It’s like offering someone your seat on the bus, but a little different. But I have to remind myself that unfortunately, not everyone is that compassionate to those who aren’t as healthy or capable, and it’s something I should be proud of.

Nobody retweeted my toothache puns, so I’ll blog about them.

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Back in February, I blogged about my first cavity. In July I started experiencing another toothache and thought maybe I had another cavity. It was the exact same pain, so I just assumed it was the exact same problem. Apparently teeth are jerks and will hurt the same way no matter what’s wrong. I went back to the dentist who took another x-ray, and told me the cavity is fine, but the wisdom tooth next to it (that he’d shown me at my last visit) had turned even more and the pain was from that impacted tooth attempting to grow sideways. Just freaking wonderful. I’m 30 years old and now my teeth are deciding to be total buttfaces. This couldn’t have happened 15 years ago when I was part of my father’s dental plan, right? Of course not.

So I started researching oral surgeons online, and I guess my other two impacted wisdom teeth had a heart-to-heart with the painful one because all of a sudden the pain stopped. Just stopped dead for a full week. I was able to eat fine, I was no longer being woken up every four hours by the pain, it was just gone. I was naive and full of hope, thinking maybe the tooth was done trying to grow, it knew that was as far as it’d go and it’d just leave me alone from now on. Oh, if only I were that lucky.

I’m sitting here eating dinner, bit down a little too hard, and now everything is pain. I tweeted about it and what had started as me whining about my tooth turned into coming up with toothache puns for shitty titles for movie sequels.

So at least I can still make myself laugh, but I’ll be calling that oral surgeon tomorrow. I sure hope they have a payment plan or something. Maybe I can pay part of the bill with toothache puns.

“In the jungle you must wait, until the dice read 5 or 8.”

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Robin Williams died yesterday, an apparent suicide after dealing with severe depression. One of the funniest men in the world was fighting horrible inner demons a lot of us weren’t even aware of. He gave us the gift of laughter, a gift that will live on forever through all his movies, shows, and standups.

Something I read yesterday that made me chuckle a bit was a reference to the movie Jumanji: “I refuse to believe Robin Williams is dead, he’s just stuck in the jungle waiting for someone to roll a 5 or an 8.”

But this morning I was thinking about that and realized, technically he’d already been stuck in a jungle, living with severe depression left him trapped in his own mind. He’s rolled himself a 5 or 8, and hopefully he’s found the freedom he so desperately craved. Rest in peace, Mr. Williams.

"Genie, you're free."

“Genie, you’re free.”

Pancake muffins!

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I came across a recipe idea by Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman, for pancake mini muffins. Instead of making regular pancakes, you pour the pancake batter in a muffin tin and bake it in the oven. I was intrigued at the idea. Pancakes are one of my favorite foods but I hate hovering around a hot stove, even for pancakes. The idea of just pouring the batter into a greased tin and walking away for a few minutes sounded worth giving a shot.

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I don’t have a mini muffin tin, so I Googled “pancakes in muffin tins” and found a post on Pinterest which says to cook them at 350 degrees for 12 minutes. Ree recommends cooking mini muffins at 425 degrees for 8-9 minutes. I mixed the two posts up and cooked mine at 425 for about 12 minutes. They were completely cooked but could’ve used a couple of more minutes. Still, for my first attempt they were pretty tasty, and at least I didn’t burn them!

I used a boxed mix (lazy!) which worked fine, you can use a mix or make the batter from scratch. Ree has a recipe on her post if you don’t have one you usually follow.

Fun fact: Blueberry pancakes are the only way I’ll eat blueberries, I actually really hate blueberries.

UPDATE: I made a second batch, this time at 350 degrees for 12 minutes, they came out perfect! I added food coloring this time, so they also came out purple!


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