Love Story, pretty much the opposite of Feminine Hijinx, is what I actually did last night. Because I was still sick yesterday, after my hopeful start in the morning. What a seriously crappy week! It was kind of therapeutic, I think, to bawl my eyes out – even though it’s a rather silly story, to which I already knew the ending – for a good hour or so. A real, good cry, I had to keep taking my glasses off to mop at my eyes, which made me laugh at the same time I was sobbing. I’m kinda a mess…ha.
So, today, I’ll soothe myself with yet another bath, cup of tea, perhaps some soup. My appetite is nil, sorry, no inspiration recipe-wise. You never know, though, I’m inspired to start cooking at very odd times. I did a fair amount of cooking over the week just to keep my spirits up, even though I couldn’t taste much. I’ve lost even that motivation as this has dragged on, but I’m ever hopeful that my sense of taste, and appetite, will return and then I’ll start flipping through cookbooks…checking for ingredients…stay tuned!
I cooked! I ate! I’m alive! I even had half a glass of A to Z Pinot Noir (taking it very easy there, but it did taste good…). I lay in bed all day, rested and watched movies instead of trying to get things done, and I really do feel better. Unbelievably cool food scene in the movie Spanglish (otherwise just OK), I noticed in the credits that Thomas Keller was the food consultant. No surprise there, the chef and restaurant in the movie imply French Laundry all the way. Mmmmm…French Laundry. Napa Valley. Heaven on Earth. But here I am, in Minnesota, slowly reemerging – I think. I keep reclaiming my health, only to fall again. But this time, I really do feel better. Simple dinner, three small homemade tortillas topped with avocado, raw onion, sprinkle of chipotle chili powder, coarse salt, squeeze of lime. That’s it. Warm, cool, crispy, creamy, little spicy heat – oh thank you, thank you, my sense of taste is coming back! It’s very depressing to not taste food. When I make a full recovery I can tell I’m going to be chomping at the bit – New York, California, something mind-blowing. It probably won’t happen, I’ll just have to think about trips past. That’s OK. To have a peek into feeling like myself again, I’m grateful enough for just that.