Have you ever tried these before, Weetabix? I bought them on a whim from the organic cereal section – I like whole grain cereals for breakfast, obnoxiously whole grain. Turns out Weetabix is a popular British cereal, eaten in many different ways – fried (ugh, although, I haven’t tried it), toasted with jam, as a hot porridge, even as baby cereal. Apparently quite versatile, these Weetabix. And delicious, I just ate them with cold milk and fruit. They get soggy quickly, which might put off some, but to me was a huge plus. Comforting and tasty. I’m on a comfort food roll here, as you can tell, what with two soup recipes yesterday and raving soggy cereal today. Sigh. I can’t tell if I feel better today – I’m just really, really tired at this point – but my goal will be to slip into the store and come up with something interesting for tonight.
My cheer-up tulips from Suz are stunning this morning, all opened up and so springy looking! Perhaps they’ll inspire me to unpack from the weekend and start the process of re-entering the world of the living.
Oh! I just got word, from my friend Chris, that my beloved former boss, the great Jim Toscano, is retiring from Park Nicollet Institute. I worked for 12 happy years for Jim, my whole adult life up to the point that I resigned (a few years ago). In typical Jim fashion, he’s retiring to start another job, as president of the Minneapolis Heart Institute Foundation! How fabulous. But what a loss for Park Nicollet, where Jim has been a leader of and mentor to all types, from clerks to physicians, for more than 25 years. A gifted leader, fundraiser – and epicurean! Woo hoo for JVT! And for his awesome family. Jim is thebest of leaders and I’m jealous of his lucky soon-to-be employees. They have no idea what they’re about to learn. Lucky, indeed.
With a raging fever (it keeps shooting up in the afternoon, shit!), I prepared Papardelle with Tuna Sauce for dinner. Impressive, huh? How many of you, or your spouses, cook for you with a fever? That’s what I thought – not many. That’s how much I love my family (that’s not quite fair; half of it is that I am BORED to death, doing nothing all day, so cooking a dinner that I can’t taste is sort of a pleasure. Or something.) Tasted good, I think. Some nice Pinot Noir (I’m sorry, I’m too wiped to get up and see what Pinot I’m drinking, but I’m sure it’s something we have a few bottles of and therefore it will come back up again) to accompany. As tired as you are of hearing about me being sick, that’s how tired I am of being sick. I’ll leave it there, it’s a bore. And I’ll shut up, and go to bed, and give ‘er another hope – that you, or I, are not sick tomorrow, anymore. UGH!