You know the dreams you have where you're losing all your teeth in a big pool of blood that's dripping into a sink?
yeah?
That's kind of my life today, minus the blood.
Way, way back in 2002 I lived in Boston MA and I rode my bike everywhere, including to work every day. One lovely November day after dropping some books at the library, I did a face plant and lost a portion of my left front tooth. That looked like this:

I had to get 6 stitches in my lip. I also had to go to the dentist and have him fill the big gap in my tooth. He did a really shoddy job and it's bothered me for years. You could always see the line where the tooth started being fake. It wasn't an exact color match and it was rough. I've lived with it because hey, I don't really care and I hate spending money unnecessarily.
For the past few days I have been on a baking/cooking spree. I made three kinds of cookies, focaccia, vegetable fritters and caramel apples.
I tried to make caramel once before but as I didn't have a candy thermometer, it didn't get hot enough and never solidified. That maybe would have been better than what happened today. Instead of stopping at the "soft ball" stage, I thought "I'll just cook it a little bit longer." Too bad I really don't know much about candy. Now the apples look gorgeous but they're hard as rocks. I made 4.


You can't really tell they're covered in caramel, but they are. Of course there was a little extra caramel so I ate some. It's tasty if tooth-sticking.
After a few bites and some time spent picking it from my teeth. I suddenly realized my front tooth felt strange. I went to check it out in the mirror and sure enough:

Awesome, no?
At least now I have a reason to go and get that cavity filled which I've been avoiding.