Ah, Pizza

Silly string. I’ll just leave that there.

Mid-January. If I could only wring out the lawn…  But! The daffs are coming up, the daphne smells outrageously good. A rabbit ventured out of its burrow the other day.

I guess you’re wondering why today’s post is entitled pizza.

Some of you will recall I got braces on my bottom teeth back in June, after an errant front tooth was removed. Why, you ask, would you do that to yourself in your 60s. Well, that tooth was starting to grow forward, if you can imagine it. All those years of not really thinking about my teeth, feeling ever so slightly smug that I had managed to dodge braces as a teenager. Ha, ha to me.

(Yup, TC had braces to make
himself even more Hollywood)

So, in May of 2025 my tooth went good-bye and in June on went the railroad tracks. And onward we go. I thought I was psychologically prepared for this but no one can really express the irritation of your jaw hurting for days after new wires are installed and the strange feeling of your ears being pulled towards each other. When you’re 15 you don’t care; when you’re older, you do.

And to top it off the hole wasn’t closing as fast as anyone thought it should. The orthodontist said this sometimes happens with adults. Younger people have more malleable bodies.

So, through the summer, through the autumn, into the colder flooding weather, not a whole lot.

Last appointment of the year in late December he does the usual: wires off, new wires (plus rubber bands) on and voila it’s xmas, see you in late January. But low and behold late December I looked at the teeth and the hole was significantly smaller. Result!

So, maybe finally, we’re going in the right direction. Only around 10 months to go.

Which leads us, very long-windedly, to pizza.

At the first appointment when I got the brackets glued on and the first set of wires Mr Ortho said ‘please note, you really can’t eat the following for the foreseeable: whole nuts and things like sourdough bread, where the crust needs to be torn’. Ok I can do that. I grind up the nuts and dump them in yoghurt. That works fine. Nuts are a big part of protein in my diet.

I think to myself I can live without sourdough for a year and a half. What I didn’t realise is that you use that particular tearing action with pizza dough. And all of a sudden I craved pizza to a ridiculous extent.

I have a few things on the list that will be revisited as soon as I’m given the ok. Pizza is at the top. Stringy, gooey pizza from the farm shop with a thin crust and things like olives and artichokes on top. Bagels. I have tried doing bagels cut into pieces but what’s the point. So, an everything bagel with cream cheese and lox is high on the list. Sourdough bread with butter. Chocolate covered pecans.

I went looking to see if there are any pizza scented perfumes. And … I actually found three: Demeter, of course, called Pizza (crust, tomato and oregano); a brand called Snif with Slice Society (basil, dough and tomato); and even Domino’s got into the act with a LE pepperoni scent.

I don’t wear perfume to ortho appointments. Rather, as a reward for sitting still while someone pulls things around in my mouth I get to sample stuff afterwards.

Next appointment is late January.

Did you have braces or do your kids have them now? Do you recall any cravings?

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