A week into recovery from jaw surgery, you hit a frustrating plateau. You wean yourself off the opioids, the bandages come off your face, you’ve managed to take a shower and you’re a bit more mobile. You graduate from the baby spoon to an adult-sized one! But at this point the baby food starts to get really tiresome, you find yourself endlessly craving baked goods and the cabin fever sets in. Add to this the rotten New York weather we’re experiencing at the moment, and I can’t get vacation daydreams out of my head.
