Eating has been a challenge, what with the oral surgery I recently had.  Finding things that work has been sheer trial and error.  Puréed soups work; oatmeal does not (too many little pieces).  Jello works; ice cream does not (too cold).  If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve already heard me mention fried eggs, which just kind of slither on down the throat without much effort at all.  But second to that comes meatloaf, which DH bought ready-made at the market in part because he likes it but, yes, also because he thought it would satisfy me.  It did.  It was just soft enough, smooth enough, hearty enough.  Was?  Try is.  I’ve been on a meatloaf kick all week.