Christmas has come and gone with a whimper around here. Michael fought off what seemed to be a heavy cold right before the holiday. Christmas Eve afternoon I had the "ohno" moment and proceeded to usher in Christmas Day with 102 degree fever and respiratory infection that would last nearly three days.
Michael did get to enjoy a sumptuous feast at Bob and Carol's of a beautiful standing rib roast from their own well-raised steer. Carol is an awesome cook and loves to declare "I'm not Italian but I cook like one!" That's the PC version anyway. Her version is more colorful. Thank you Carol for the plate sent home with Michael.
I was grateful for the soups I put up this past growing season. They certainly helped nurse me through but when the fever broke and hunger pangs returned I wanted something with spices and heat that would break up my congestion. I wanted a curry!
