Judy, thank you for the huge compliment. I am imagining what you are going through, and filled with empathy. Am at the stage of fighting nature to keep my own last teeth, all lower ones, as the dentist tells me I will never be comfortable with lower dentures. I adore my uppers, and like them better than the real thing, but he tells me lowers will never fit in my mouth. So it is that I rinse and brush throughout the day relentlessly, and so far successfully. Wish I had had the motivation and time to do that all of my life! For some reason I had it in my head that brushing my teeth was a matter of person to person hygiene, and thought dental assistants were a bit daft and over the top in suggesting constant flossing and so forth. I used to brush religiously every night, and then settle down in bed with a good book and a box of chocolates! Scheesch! Talk about being daft! Now I picture all those billions of bacteria chomping away in my mouth all night, with plenty of food all around, all around. Also now I know it is possible to defeat them, and I emerge proudly from dear Doctor Johnson's practice every 6 months with a gold star for no cavities! Too late for all but 8 of the real thing, but I am keeping those way, way past their predicted expiration date. Woo hoo!
Do you make my favorite comfort food: milk toast? I toast 4 slices of bread, while heating up a small saucepan of milk. I count to 22 while pouring the milk in the saucepan, and that amount seems to be just right. I butter the toast, and, up until my blood pressure went up two years ago, added a bit of salt to each slice. Then I cut the stack of buttered toast in half and each half in half, until I have 4 fingers of toast. I cut each of these into chunks and slide the whole bunch into a large bowl and pour the milk over it. Let it soak up the milk for a few minutes while I pour my coffee, and settle down to pure bliss. PURE BLISS!
It does not require chewing: just slides right down and satisfies.
