Fortunately, there's no pre-chewing

food: where life meets death meets life

Each time I approach my mother-in-law with a spoonful of whatever I happen to be cooking, she eagerly but with difficulty rights herself from her supine couch position. Despite being fully capable of feeding herself still, she opens her mouth like a baby bird to receive the bite.

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