Food! It’s the best medicine for whatever ails you, right? And comfort food, those often nonnutritional, even junky goodies Mom would slip to us when we were enjoying a day of real or imagined misery, that’s the finest penicillin of all. IMHO.
What’s your favorite?
Mine, prosaically enough, is chocolate milkshakes. Yah. Ice cream. Chocolate. Whapped together with a little milk. Curative!
This morning the flu’s fever was gone. But though my temperature was back to normal I still felt like a truck had run over me: head hurt, nose hurt, throat hurt, body hurt, whining volume set to “high”…and more to the point, it was the start of the third day in which I could not even look at food. Decided I’d better eat something, or I was gunna fade away to a shadow. So I schlepped over to the grocery store (sharing my virus with everyone with whom I came in contact, but alas, there’s no one else to run errands here) and bought a gallon of Safeway’s finest generic ice cream and a half-gallon milk and the only Hershey’s syrup left on the shelf (tellingly, they were almost out, suggesting I was not alone in search of comfort). Brought it home, mixed up a bunch of it in the blender, and slurped it all down.
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Ahhh! Cured!
Well, not exactly cured, but it sher made me feel a lot better.
My mother used to soothe me with macaroni and milk: she’d cook some macaroni, heat some milk, mix in the pasta, and add butter, salt, and pepper. Too much work for the adult me, though: when I’m sick, I don’t wanna work at hunting and gathering.
What does the trick to get you out of the poor-me doldrums?