Mealing and Dealing

Kicked off the weekend last night with a wicked dinner a la KCC Farmer's Market and some insane Italian wines...Barolo may be the only thing that gives my passion for the sous chef (my husband) a run for its money. We started with caprese, moved on to a slow roasted chicken with prosciutto, fresh rosemary, and white wine, and then enjoyed deconstructed gnocchi (a.k.a. mashed potatoes). I apparently have a bit of practice ahead of me on that last item but pour browned butter and fried sage on anything and it's ok with me. However, my tour de force may have been the odd if not intriguing sage and sauternes jelly with farmstead blue cheese. The sous chef poured a splash of '03 Lafaurie-Peyraguey Sauternes with this savory-sweet bad boy and we were all just about ready for a new pair of drawers.



On the note of appetizing, lets talk needles...

Today I improved my imitation of a pancreas and started working with the latest technology in making me look like the bionic woman and blood glucose monitoring. Medtronic recently obtained FDA approval for a device that can actually read blood sugar continuously and offer 5 minute averages of these readings throughout the day.



To the right is the insulin pump, on the left is the glucose monitor. Now, don't get me wrong, i still get the continued pleasure of fingertip testing with a fair amount of regularity, but at least we can now reduce frequency a bit. I've had a good 5 hours with it and so far so good, but I shall keep the updates coming.

In a perfect world this kind of monitoring will help reduce the glorious lows that I thrust upon the sous chef from time to time and make pregnancy a much less daunting possibility. As it stands I've kept the adventure level high with low blood sugar for my entire family but I don't want to go all Lindsay or Britney and let the drama get old so I figure I'll give them a break and see what we can do to limit these little..."episodes."



In the meantime, as I'm getting comfortable wearing not one, but two pieces of progressive medical equipment, I'll tip my champagne flute of vintage Pommery and say, "A Bon Sante!"

Cheers!

At the close of each blog, "why" you might ask do we have the honor of gazing upon the illustrious Gerard Butler, well, because what better thing is there to gaze upon...



...could this man get any hotter?