My husband and have always gone out for dinner on weekends, and during my recovery we continued. I was a very cheap date...my son thought I ate as if I were anorexic. I'd eat a half portion and only manage to nibble down a quarter of it. A bowl of soup would become three meals when I brought the leftovers home.
Use your imagination. Anything that can be chewed to a liquid is fair game. Take small bites, and chew, chew, chew. If it doesn't chew to a creamy, smooth consistency, don't swallow it.