Soup. All I have been eating is soup. Hot, spicy soup.
This has truly been the cold from hell. I actually don’t know the last time I missed three days of work, but there was just no way I could be in a place that handles food. Hell, I haven’t been fit to be seen in public, period. It has not been pretty.
But about an hour ago I felt the tide turn. It was probably when it hit 60° outside and I threw open the windows to blow the damned germs out of here. But for the first time in a week, I am actually – almost – feeling human.
I credit the soup.
Homemade turkey soup with andouille sausage, boonie pepper, tons of vegetables, and rice discs. Lots of germ-killing heat.
The rice discs are a bit strange. I picked them up at Assi a while back and they’ve been in the freezer ever since. I finally pulled them out.
They are just large, glutinous things. No flavor to speak of and a bit of a slick texture. Not bad. Just different. As the pot was heated, reheated, and reheated, again, they got softer and more palatable, but I won’t be going out of my way to buy them, again, anytime soon.
In the meantime, I hear birds chirping outside and even though it’s mid-February and I know we still have March to deal with, things are looking up.
If I could just stop coughing…..