Just came back from the doctor's. Time for a major "lifestyle change". No fried foods. No spicy foods. No mints. No caffeine. (So I suppose the caffeinated mints are right out.) My entire diet gone in a flash, made anathema by the stroke of a doctor's pen. There is no joy in Jeffville.
I do, however, owe a huge debt of gratitude to Moira, who clued me in about the seriousness of GERD, hence my visit to the doctor. Giving up the foods I love is a no-brainer compared to giving up my ability to sing.
But how on earth can I make soy patties palatable without habaƱero sauce?