Sick again. Blargh. Too many times this year.
Haven't been to the grocery store this week, so the foraging was in full force this morning. Breakfast was good - a couple of slices of bacon, some aged cheddar, and half an Asian pear. Thinking that if I had had any eggs, that would have made a decent omelet.
When I am sick, I do not feel like cooking, and I am usually more clumsy than usual, so I should stay away from things like knives in general. I really really really wanted soup for lunch, but the only things in the pantry were some Cream of Mushroom (probably bought for a recipe), and some boxed chicken broth. Yawn.
And then, in the way back of the freezer, I spotted a container of Curry Squash Soup I had made a few months ago, bright yellow and beckoning to me like a playful ray of sunshine.
Defrosted in the microwave, finished on the stove, and it almost felt like I had made a fresh pot of homemade soup. It's wonderfully spicy, and I only wish I'd taken time to remember what I put in it.
But beggars can't be choosers, and this beggar is patting her full belly and preparing for a long nap. Must remember to make more soups in future to be frozen for these kinds of days.
