Dinner would be ready at 6:30, I told Mom.  Pork chops.  Mashed potatoes.  Yellow squash.  Yum.  She gave a noncommittal nod, watching the news.  As I turned away toward the kitchen, she pulled a banana Creamy out from under the dish towel on her lap.  Whatever, I thought.  Creamies are her new staple, her comfort food, coming in orange, banana, chocolate, and cherry flavors.  Creamies rank high on the weekly grocery list, along with gallon buckets of Farr burnt almond fudge ice cream.  We come home with two boxes of twenty Creamies, and two gallons of Farr’s, every two weeks.  One week, the only items on the grocery list were Creamies and Farr’s!  I really enjoyed the pork chop dinner, but Mom not so much.  She ate a little squash and a bite of chop.  “What’s wrong Mom?” I asked.   “Does everything taste all right?”  “I’m just not that hungry,” she said meekly.  Dinner was over by 7:00.  Mom wheeled her walker into the kitchen as I finished up the dishes, and a minute later wheeled back to her recliner with a large bowl of burn almond fudge on the walker seat.