Alright. Alright alright, alright, okay. I get it. No more chicken broth.
Yesterday I took H.B. down 23rd to star gaze and ogle at all the Trend that is NW Portland. This journey entailed, by necessity, a meal at Kornblatt's where I humbly indulged in a cup of Matzoh ball soup while he had his first salamicornbeefroastbeef sandwich. A cup, by the by, which was 80% matzoh ball and 20% soup. Perfectly proportioned for my second attempt at re-introducing non-dehydrated chicken broth, no? Clearly, no, for the rumble came four hours later - right on schedule, to my astonishment - and just in time to interrupt Grill Night with the Family. Fortunately, it was an IBS assault and not Crohn's, so lasted only a half hour or so (also an indication that the prednisone is doing its duty).
Alright. You win, relentlessly truculent tummeh. I will continue to eat only wheat-free bread, butternut squash, egg, avocado, dry chicken breast and the occasional spread of refried beans. Six (solid) dietary staples; one for each week I've been on Prednisone! How coy.
Needless to say, I am less curmudgeony about Applications having spent a day in Powell's.