The Queen Mother found herself sandwiched by doctor's appointments today. The lung doctor at 1:30, GP at 10 and no food for 12 hours beforehand. So at lunch she was hungry enough to take the step of dining out in public.
Mom's dined out in public before of course, but not since her arms went into their current decline. Mom's food habits recently have been limited by what she can get into her mouth without lifting her arms. Lately on the weekends she gets to eat what she wants because I've been feeding it to her at home.
So Mom was hungry enough that I said, "Applebee's. Quesadilla?" and she was up for it.
And it worked out really well. I sat on Mom's right, I ate my food with my right hand, and held a triangle of quesadilla in my left I just casually held it as if it were a highball, then I looked off into space absently while Mom leaned in and gnawed on the quesadilla.
At one point Mom lost contact with a diced tomato bit and it landed on the table. I kept the quesadilla hovering with my left hand and nabbed the bit with my right. Then I ate it.
Mom called me a scavenger fish and a bottom feeder.
I pulled the quesadilla away the next time she leaned in.
Her eyes narrowed. "I could bite you," she whispered. Then she demanded my French fries. I could tell I might lose a finger so I gave them to her.
It was a nice moment.