Ice cream and pain killers, please!

My mom's eating an eskimo pie. Her second one of the day. She's pretty much sleepy or asleep most of the time, but when my dad called today and said he was going to the store and asked if we wanted anything she struggled to the surface to yell out 'Eskimo Pie!' I can't tell you what a thrill that gave me. I have a friend who is a single fellow and occasionally decides to buy food for his house and it is one of my giddiest things to hear what he bought. You know how most people have regular things that they usually get every time? Not this guy. He lets the Ralphs Fresh Fare lead him where it may. He even saved the receipt for me once cause he knew how much I liked it. Aw.
So I've been hanging out at the hospital for many days and have done mostly not noteworthy eating and cooking of no kind so that's why the lull. But then one of my friends pointed out the fascination of hospital food and I realized that yes! Every time the tray comes I am out of my chair before they even put it down so I can see what we got. It's like on the airplane, even though I know I'm not gonna eat it I have to get it anyway just so I can see what it looks like. The best part is that my mom orders the food a day before and she can never remember what she asked for so it's a double surprise that I get to see what she thought she might be able to tolerate from the pathetic choices and then what it actually is. I will say, the cheese pizza yesterday was delicious and if she would have been asleep I would have eaten it.
I might be cooking something tonight and watching the olympics and then tomorrow I'm going to start documenting the hospital meals so you can all (Robin and Sugie) share in the fascination. So get ready! Yee haw