I join the throngs of uninspired writers this week. With aches and malaise that I really don't want to wax rhapsodic in righteous rant against. There is nothing lyrical about cold sores. Nothing indignation will ease. I just want sleep and soup.
Oh, well, the second thing the internet does well, recipes.
Cut up and brown hot dogs, I recommend Hebrew National, one of their sausages.
Boil water, and dissolve bullion, I like the vegetable Better Than Bouillon, but whatever you have works, in a soup bowl or very large mug.
Add cut up dogs to bullion, add a pinch of cayenne if you have a sore throat.
There, Hot Dog Soup. An accidentally found comfort food I invented a couple of years ago when I was ill a long time, with little appealing food in the house. I'm pooped. Going to lie down and sleep a long time.
3 comments:
A recipe I can grasp.
Honey and or whisky. Rest and heal Z.
Not you, too. Hope it was short-lived. And you long.
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