Fleischkäse : “meat cheese”, sometimes called “Bavarian Meatloaf”. Think of it more as a cross between Spam and bologna served in 1 inch thick hunks on a plain roll- It is a favorite noontime meal for workmen in our area.
Two weeks ago we took DD to the dentist to have some extractions done. Her mouth is too small for all her teeth. In order for her braces to work, we need to give them more room to move things around. DD was very nervous. The dentist was patient, kind and very sensitive to her needs. When she asked, he talked her through the process and showed her the injection pen. After all that, she still needed more time to adjust to the idea. So, we rescheduled.
We tried our best to make things low-stress this morning. But, the Degus had other ideas. We awoke this morning to discover that Veigar had lost the tip of her tail in the night. They call it “degloving” because basically the skin detaches and some portion of the tail covering slips off like a glove! It is not uncommon with degus (Teemo came with such an injury already healed). But, they never grow the severed section of tail back, and it is to be avoided if at all possible. Apparently in the night she and her siblings had tussled, and her tail had detached. Not a pleasant evening for Veigar, and not a great start to our day.
On the way to dropping DS off for school, it started to snow. Lovely! But, not a great bonus for French drivers. Usually-erratic, French motorists get a little panicky and impatient. Mistakes are made. In this case a truck driver tried to maneuver down the narrow streets of a detour- and got stuck. For several minutes all traffic was stopped while parked cars were moved up onto the sidewalk to make room for the monstrous big rig. We looped around trying to side-step the problem. But, discovered a labyrinth of one-way roads that just deposited us back in the same spot we had left! Patience is said to be a virtue, but really I just think it is a survival skill. Sometimes you just have to wait. So, we waited, in the icy residential streets of Strasbourg, until Goliath shifted out of the way and traffic, like Spice, could once again flow!
Once DS was safely deposited at school, we moved on to the dentist’s office. DD, our 15 year old woman-sized baby, was clearly doing better today than last try. We made jokes about stringing her teeth on a necklace to appall the German boys who have been giving her a hard time at school. We decided that adding in the degu tail would definitely enhance the horror-potential.
We only had to wait briefly before being ushered into a room that was clearly set up for us. The dentist started in talking completely in German. But, we all managed to follow along OK. I checked in with DD in English and he immediately did so, as well. “Did you understand everything I said?” “Mostly”, she replied and parroted back his spiel in her own words. He reassured her that he would take one tooth first, then check to see if it wasn’t too awful. If it was OK, he would take the second tooth and if not, we would reschedule again.
Feeling a bit helpless, I held her ankle as he began to work. I watched carefully to see if her toes were flexing, her fists were tightening, or other signs of pain or stress. But, she remained relaxed-ish. The first tooth was out quickly and she indicated that it would be alright to take the second. While she was distracted, the assistant took her bloodied tooth and washed it under the faucet before depositing it in a cute little orange tooth-shaped case. The second one took a little more work. He had to refill his syringe.
“You can close your mouth for a moment, ” he informed her as he made the switch.
“mnn mmmN Mngm mmm?” she inquired.
“No, you don’t have to.” he replied. I was impressed! Many dentists speak “mngm mngm” in their native tongue, but this one spoke “mngm” bilingually!
Soon enough the second tooth was out. “Anything special we need to do?” David asked.
“No,” he replied, breaking back into German to speak directly to David. “She can do everything normally. For the next 24 hours she should only eat cooked foods to keep the bacteria count, down. So, no Fleischkäse. Soft things like noodles and rice are good. But, tomorrow everything should be back to normal!”
So, sorry Germany. DD is actually under doctor’s orders not to eat fleischkäse for the next 24 hours. Our assimilation has been somewhat hindered by the bacteria count of your food!