What Ever Happened to This Blog?

Movie poster for What Every Happened To Baby Jane.

This blog was originally supposed to launch months ago, as a place for me to write about my experiences living in Portugal while researching my cookbook—and for our contributors and guest bloggers to write about their own culinary hijinks—but its debut was hijacked by an utterly humiliating act of clumsiness. On my way to visit my family before leaving for Portugal, I was getting off the elevator at the Providence, RI, train station with enough luggage for a family of six, tripped over a loose strap, and fell. Then the cargo-load of luggage fell on top of me, one of the suitcases landing squarely on top of my right ankle. As I lay splattered upon the floor—computer, camera, and bags strewn all over—the room instantly fell silent and all eyes were upon me. Was that muffled sniggering I heard from that group of college kids near the newsstand? Is my underwear clean? Am I even wearing underwear? My father helped me up, and I started to gather my things, but a weird thing happened: I couldn’t move my right leg. My brain sent electrical impulses to it, but the neurons seemed to turn a deaf ear. When I was finally able to gain motion, I looked like Steve Martin in a classic SNL skit—arms flailing, legs wobbling, a smirk on my face. In short, an idiot.

But after a few days at my parents’ home, I and my sprained ankle improved immensely, and I took off for Portugal, albeit it with a wicked limp. The best thing about being physically compromised is the special attention I got. I was able to pre-board before Elite Sky Members and families with children. On the plane, I was given an exit row for more room for my leg, and I was supplied with soda and two bags of pretzels before anyone boarded. “Hey, this gimp thing ain’t so bad, after all,” I said to myself.

In Lisbon, as I hauled myself down steep hills and lurched up uneven becos (stone stairways) in the Alfama district near where I lived, I visited with friends, researched, and ate. But my ankle never got better. Two weeks passed, then three. I went to the hospital, and all I got was an X-ray, a pair of sleek European-style crutches, and a pat on my ass to send me on my way. When I returned to New York eight weeks later, I got checked out. The diagnosis: not a sprained ankle but a completely severed Achilles tendon. Six days later I was in the hospital for reconstructive surgery, after which I was in the blue haze of Vicodin for more than two weeks. The One Who Brings Me Love Joy and Happiness (AKA The One) was giving me two extra pills a day by accident—shades of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? perhaps?) After that was two months of lying prone with my leg up. I started watching daytime TV. I actually began liking the Rachael Ray Show and decided Whoopi Goldberg was eons better than Rosie O’Donnell. The faces on General Hospital changed but the plots were the same when I watched it in college. Hardly the stuff of compelling narrative.

With another month or so of medically induced house arrest ahead of me, I decided to launch this blog for real. Maybe there’ll be something worth writing about, such as the new and improved vacuum sealer on QVC. Until then, enjoy the words of some of our talented writers.

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  1. Oh David! How awful for you. I do hope you heal quickly. Your story is wonderful, you are a very entertaining writer. Enjoyed your take on The View, Rachael Ray, and General Hospital. Oh how I loved that soap so, so, long ago. Can’t wait to read more. What are you eating these days? Glad you are on the mend.

  2. I’m so happy to hear you’re on the mend! What amazing dedication you showed, lol. I am looking forward to checking out your blog regularly!

  3. I can only assume that the food and company were sufficiently distracting…because otherwise, yowch! But seriously, glad to hear you’re on the mend and have joined the world of blogging. You’ve long had fans in this house, with one of Welsh heritage and the other Portuguese. Looking forward to your stories!

  4. I know many people say “break a leg” when launching on a new adventure, some even say say “break an egg” when launching on a culinary adventure – but a severed tendon? That’s not putting your best foot (or food) forward!

    I enjoyed your teleforum you did a few months ago for an IACP teleforum. I found your blog because I finally had a chance to read the notes I made of the excellent info you provided.

    Feel better soon!

    Norene Gilletz, CCP
    Cookbook author, food consultant

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