Last week, I totally jinxed myself, praising the all mighty flu shot as keeping me healthy for so long. Two days later, I woke up with that unignorable, undeniable, scratchyness in my throat. I am officially sick.
When you're a little kid and you're sick, somehow food magically appears in front of you-- a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup, some toast with jam. This weekend as I lay on my couch, watching around 10 episodes of CSI: NY in a row on my computer, I stared into my kitchen, wondering how I could magically have a bowl of soup microwave itself and plop itself onto my lap. Sigh, where is Dish Mom when you need her? And great timing for Z to head to Philly for the weekend. Grrr.
Dish Gal recommends the following for the home sick-and-alone girl (or guy): pancakes to-go (I got them from Theo's Cozy Corner- YUM!), some tom yum soup from some Thai delivery place, and plain pasta with grated parmesan cheese.
UGH, when will it end?