Life with Dad

Caring for someone with dementia, you have to laugh to keep from crying.

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Location: Texas

This blog is a reflection on being a member of the "sandwich generation". We are those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children. After an extensive remodel of our house, we moved my parents in with us. Dad has Alzheimer’s, which adds complications to the situation.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Chicken Fried Steak and Queso?

Dad will eat anything at a restaurant as long as it is chicken fried steak. His table manners are only slightly better than my 20 month old grandson. Dad spills more than my grandson (unless my grandson is trying to feed his puppies). Eating utensils are only approximations. Food can be picked up with a fork or spoon, then pulled off with fingers and stuffed in the mouth. Alternately, food can be picked up with fingers and be placed on a fork for tranport to the mouth. Or, as a third option, the fingers can work with the fork all the way from the plate to the mouth.


Tonight, Dad was eating chicken fried steak with his fingers and french fries with a fork. I guess the french fries were easier to stab. We were eating at one of the few Mexican restaurants in town that serves chicken fried steak also. While we were waiting for the food, Dad was dipping chips in queso (his own because of double dipping). When the meal came and my husband had cut up his meat, Dad proceeded to pick up the chicken fried steak, dip it in queso and eat it. It must not have been too bad because he repeated it several times.

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