The cold from hell has re-reared its ugly head. That fleeting moment of almost feeling human has deserted me. I’m back to feeling like I just went ten rounds with Muhammad Ali. Oh joy. Oh rapture.
The taste buds and the sense of smell deserted me, as well. How can I be comforted by comfort food if I can’t taste it?!? Heck, I can handle being sick, add another ladle of whatever to the bowl, please. But unable to taste?!? That’s downright unfair.
It was with this inability to taste that I approached dinner tonight.
I had to go out and shop for Victor’s mom this morning. I pulled myself together fairly well… at least well enough that children wouldn’t run screaming when they saw me. That’s one of those things I can generally turn on or off at will. It’s hell when it’s stuck in the on position. Kinda like when the verbal filters fail when speaking with your boss.
But I digress…
I picked up mom’s groceries and dropped them off along with a small heart-shaped box of Hershey Miniatures that she’s not supposed to have. She’s 85. I told her not to eat them all today and not to tell.
On the way home I decided to pick up a couple of things for us. Shopping is great when you have no appetite, can’t taste, or smell. The cart was pretty empty. But I did notice a fresh turkey breast on sale. a 9lb turkey breast for 9 bucks?!? From a local family owned farm? SOLD!
Okay. Scratch the last part. Shady Brook Farm – local place with great reputation and a lot of fun is NOT the same as Shady Brook FARMS which is part of Cargill Meat Solutions.
Meat Solutions. That’s their name. Cargill Meat Solutions. I didn’t know meat needed a solution. Of course, if everything wasn’t factory-farmed there wouldn’t be problems that needed solutions.
I’m going to blame this one on illness.
But back when I was all excited about a fresh turkey breast for dinner, I bought a loaf of country white bread to make dressing. I mean, I’ll be on my death bed and not use store-bought croutons. But as the day wore on, my desire to make the dressing went away. Since I wasn’t that hungry anyway, turkey, mashed potatoes, and peas would work just fine.
Victor is being good. He’s trying not to hover and only asks about a dozen times if I need any help with anything.
Just as I’m getting ready to get everything on the plates, I see the bread. Hot Turkey Sandwiches flash in my mind.
Done.
We even had a can of whole-berry cranberry sauce in the cupboard.
So dinner was a success. I couldn’t taste anything but the textures were comforting.
And I think it’s getting to be time to crawl back into bed.
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Wishing you a quick recovery! That turkey plate looks great!
Now get well.