Anti-dentite souffle

JERRY: So you won't believe what happened with Whatley today. It got back to him that I made this little dentist joke and he got all offended. Those people can be so touchy.
KRAMER: Those people, listen to yourself.
JERRY: What?
KRAMER: You think that dentists are so different from me and you? They came to this country just like everybody else, in search of a dream.
JERRY: Kramer, he's just a dentist.
KRAMER: Yeah, and you're an anti-dentite.
JERRY: I am not an anti-dentite!
KRAMER: You're a rabid anti-dentite! Oh, it starts with a few jokes and some slurs. "Hey, denty!" Next thing you know you're saying they should have their own schools.
JERRY: They do have their own schools!
KRAMER: Yeah!....

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Catherine is going to her first dental appointment next week.
Yes, yes, ok, ok… I know she should have gone sooner, but she didn’t – it’s fluoride under the bridge, ok?!

I got to thinking… Remember how mom always said, “Hey we’re going to the dentist, make sure to brush your teeth!” Uhhh, yeah ok. The frantic, enamel removing, tractor-trailer loaded pile of toothpaste brushing you do 15 minutes before you see the dentist will REALLY help you out there. As if that final tooth brushing will prevent any cavities in the tense ride up SR 39 to the dentist’s office. We also used to floss til our gums bled prior to going to the dentist – spitting up blood prior to jumping in the car almost became routine – our yearly (or bi-annual) blood letting.

I also remember going to the dentist and mom bringing them 2 strawberry pies. I realized we lived in the country, but I thought we had given up on bartered goods for services when Abe Yoder got sick off the Yum-Seti he got for shoeing Jonas Beachy’s horse… It also struck me as odd that we were giving a calories infested, sugar loaded, enamel stripping strawberry pie to a the very person we were entrusting our teeth to. Sort of like giving your oncologist a pack of smokes… (“Thanks for the chemo doc, I got you methanols, your fav!”). Ok… maybe not quite like that, but you get my drift…

Here’s a pic (or two) or a chocolate soufflé I made… recipe courtesy of Sara Moulton (look it up at foodtv.com). I think it could use a little tweaking (granted I didn’t use the best chocolate I could get, but since when do you have Lindt or Valrhona chocolate laying around the house… oy!)

I’ll let you know how the tweaking is going… also, I promise I will try to post my sourdough yeast homemade pretzel recipe… Auntie Anne – watch out! Uncle Trent is in town!

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