there goes my wisdom

zucchini apple and mint pesto soup

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zucchini apple and mint pesto soup

There is a person whose profession invokes ripples of fear through the bodies of people everywhere, young and old alike. A person who sends out evil reminders of their presence in your life. A person who tries to trick you with so-called “friendly” chatter and strawberry-flavored foam. You know who I’m talking about.

The dentist.

For me, it’s not just the fear of being in that chair and hearing the clink clink of metal tools on that precarious little rolling table. No, it’s the judgement. It’s opening my mouth wide and letting someone peer with scrutinizing eyes and a semi-masked face. It’s having that person ask you if you floss and then having them challenge your answer with a series of rapid-fire questions. “How often?” “Do you floss up and down or side to side?” “What brand?!” And then they send you away with a sample pack of floss, adding further proof to the fact that they never believed you in the first place.

Now, they serve a purpose, to be sure. And when you happen to be suffering from a painful toothache, submitting temporarily to their torture is necessary to alleviate the pain long-term. I am not so unreasonable. But that doesn’t mean I like it.

You can imagine my disappointment when a certain one of my wisdom teeth decided it just had to be heard. Sure, there had been pain before. But it came and went like an unwanted visitor and never spent the night. So I tolerated it. For three years. Finally, it had had enough. That wisdom tooth wanted some recognition! Thus began the constant, nauseating pain. Something had to be done. And fantasize as I might, it wasn’t going to be done by me.

Enter the dentist.

Truth be told he is a lovely man. Has a quiet practice in the city. Even speaks a bit of English! And while there was a gentle remark about the fact that my wisdom teeth are full grown and I had to have noticed that, he was quite complimentary. He made an appointment for the “extraction” and gave me a prescription for some pain killers. Gracias, señor dentista!

The morning of the pulling, we went to get a quick x-ray of my mouth. 12 dollars and 5 minutes later, I had my x-ray in hand and was headed to the appointment. (And yes, I totally took it out and examined it first. It’s not like it was sealed! Besides, I felt all doctorly, holding it up and pointing out that we were clearly going to have a problem with the lower right molar.)

The doctor concurred with my assessment. Unfortunately that meant there would be only three teeth being pulled in this sitting. I would need to come back. Again.

To see the dentist.

The procedure itself went quite well. And by quite well, I mean horrifying and nightmarish. (But that’s to be expected.) Despite the language barrier, we managed to make ourselves understood. I wasn’t overly alarmed, for instance, when he told me, rather matter-of-factly, “I will poke you many times” while gripping the dreaded needle.

As he began, I fixed my eyes intently on his with a look that said simply, “Please don’t kill me.” His eyes looked back at mine levelly and seemed to say, “Is that seriously as wide as you can open your mouth?”

My husband told me, as we were walking to the bus and I clutched a bag of ice to my cheek, that all he could hear was me wincing, whimpering, and then laughing. “Sherioushly?” I asked. “Yesh.” he mocked.

I suppose it’s true. I was well aware of how ridiculously, over the top anxious I had been, but I couldn’t help it! I even kept pulling in one of my legs, with my knee in the air, without noticing. (Was this to brace for the discomfort? To kick the dentist in his side?) I would only realize when he said, quite simply, “Stop that.” Woops, sorry doc. Then the laughter. HA HA HA I AM A CRAZY PERSON! It was the first time I felt sympathy for the dentist.

He gave us some guidelines of what to eat and what not to eat, and said he’ll take that rebellious fourth tooth out next month. But he did mention he would need another co-worker to help him. (I’m guessing to restrain me?) After all I’d put him through, I figured the least I could do was comply with his dietary suggestions.

And so, this vegetarian puréed soup came into my life.

zucchini mint apple soup recipe

 
zucchini apple and mint pesto soup recipe

1 very large zucchini, peeled seeded and cubed (6 cups)
1 green apple, peeled cored and chopped
1/4 cup mint leaves
2 tbs almond slices
1/4 cup freshly grated parmesan
4 tbs olive oil
1 tbs lemon zest
3 cups vegetable stock
salt, to taste

To make the mint pesto, simply combine mint leaves, almond slices, parmesan, and olive oil in a food processor. Blend until smooth. Set aside.

mint pesto recipe

In a roasting pan, combine zucchini and apple, and drizzle over 3 tablespoons of the mint pesto. (Reserve the rest.) Combine well, and season with a touch of salt.

roasted zucchini apple and mint

Heat oven at 200°C (395°F). Roast zucchini apple mixture for 45 minutes to an hour, or until golden and tender.

Bring vegetable stock to a boil and combine with the roasted goodness. Blend until smooth. Season with more salt, if desired. Spoon into bowls and stir in some of the reserved mint pesto.

zucchini mint soup recipe

pureed zucchini mint soup recipe

Carefully slurping purée so as not to irritate my wounds may not sound like a great time. But you know what? It was delicious. And I have the dentist to blame thank for it.

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15 Responses to there goes my wisdom

  1. Hope you are all recovered! I had to have mine pulled as an adult too and hated it. Then I broke my jaw. Then I had a few fillings. Suffice it to say I have become a soup champ over the last couple of years.

    Good thing I could never tire of soup… because I’ve pinned this deliciousness to try. 🙂

  2. Jilly P says:

    You can’t tell a two wisdom tooth story in the room with a four wisdom tooth person, they will parachute in, and cut you off at the pass “Hault with your two wisdom tooth tale!”.
    That said I actually did have all 4 taken out…but I was put under, I wasn’t brave enough to be looking in the face of the man cutting me open! Kudos! I, however, lived off of vanilla pudding for 10 days…your soup sounds like a much better choice! Where were you when I needed you? Gah!

  3. Emma says:

    HA HA HA I LOVE CRAZY PERSON STORIES !

    The last time I was at THE DENTIST was maybe three or four years ago (when I last had dental insurance). My wisdom teeth had all come in and they didn’t hurt or nothin, but the docs made sure to tell me repeatedly that these teeth would probably rot within a few years since they were so far back in my mouth.

    And then they covered my teeth in sealant since my childhood dentist hadn’t “believed in it.” To seal the wisdom teeth they required one (1) nurse lady to hold my jaws open, one (1) DENTIST to do the procedure, and one (1) sad DENTIST-IN-TRAINING to restrain my rogue gagging tongue with a forceps and some cotton. Poor young man.

  4. Kristina says:

    hahahah! I was laughing so hard while reading your post, my dad’s an orthodontist… don’t hate me… 🙂 I’ve had years of braces.. retainers..rubber bands. etc. so I feel your pain! This soup is absolutely perfect and sounds super good! Yum!

  5. I sheriously hope you’re doing better!

    This looks and sounds absolutely divine!!! YUM!

  6. Heehee I love that entertaining story about the dentist. I also had my wisdom tooth taken out a few weeks ago – I wish I made a soup as delicious-sounding as this!

  7. Hilarious! Were those your “happy pills” doing most of the talking for this post?

  8. kale says:

    Laura @ Sprint 2 the Table – You poor thing! That’s quite a succession of terrible events!

    Jilly P – My 3 wisdom teeth tale could certainly be worse! But the truth is I really wanted the fourth one dealt with while he was in there. I’ve never had so many of those needles injected! Blech.

    Emma – I’ve never heard of sealing wisdom teeth! It sounds…involved. Poor you!

    Kristina – You are forgiven. 😉 I’ve never had braces, but people kept telling me that the standard procedure here is to slap on braces whenever you have wisdom teeth removed. I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d be in for!

    Jen @ Juanita’s Cocina – Thank you, it was ‘sherioushly’ light yet filling. 😉

    Bianca @ Confessions of a Chocoholic – So we feel each others pain. Literally. 🙂

    Chrissy (My Fare Foodie) – haha! Actually, it was the lack of happy pills that had me wide awake and typing this post in great detail. The pain spurred me on!

  9. sophia says:

    LOL. Love the entertaining way you tell your story, even if it is a trip to the dentist! I’ve never really understood the terror towards dentists…but I guess to me it was a great way to skip classes as a kid, hee hee. Hope you’re doing fine now!

  10. Parsley Sage says:

    Awww, bless! I remember when I had mine out…all four, about a week before my ballet recital. I was so embarrassed to do The Nutcracker with chipmunk face…not cool. Your soup looks lovely though, darling! Just perfect for your ‘meshed up mouwf’ 😉

  11. There are certain practices out there that are a necessity only. That means they exist because their skill is needed. Not necessarily wanted by people or enjoyed by people, a dentist is one of those. I hope you are feeling better after that ordeal.
    Your soup does look like a tasty escape from all of that. I like the blend of apple and zucchini-yum!

  12. Eftychia says:

    So easy to make and looks so GOOD! Thanks for sharing.

  13. Brittany says:

    THIS SOUP sounds amazing..pure genius!

  14. Oh I feel your pain, I have such a fear of the dentist! Does anyone strike fear into your heart as much as a dentist with a needle in their hands? No!

  15. kale says:

    sophia – That’s a smart way of seeing it!

    Parsley Sage – Right before your ballet recital?? So cruel, poor you!

    Sylvie @ Gourmande in the Kitchen – No indeed! Far too much power.

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