I have to say, I don’t adjust very well to being sick.
Granted, I don’t think anyone does. But I have the best mom (who also was a nurse back in the day) who would always bring me OJ and soup and let me stay home from school when I wasn’t feeling well.
Needless to say, my adult self is rather perturbed by the fact that I have to actually take care of myself (what’s that?) and go to work (wha, where?) when I’m under the weather.
Also, the fact that I’m on cold medicine determines my weekend schedule (sorry, boys, no keggers for me today) which is a slight bummer. And laying low on the weekend is so not me.
I’ve decided, in the style of Miss Greens and Jeans, that I can still “make it a great day”, though.
If you’ve been following Braise The Roof for any amount of time (oh, and speaking of following BTR, are you following @BraiseTheRoof on Twitter yet?) you already know of the sick calming qualities that going grocery shopping has on me.
In lieu of throwing on my frilly party dress and making bad decisions, I went to pay my lover a visit.
Who’s that? Why, Trader Joe’s, of course.
And I had a massive cook-off. With myself.
One of my new favorite things in life is learning how to make the dishes that my parents made for me and my sister when we were kids. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old (quarter life?) age, but there’s almost nothing better than the nostalgia of childhood meals.
Except the fact that my Bears are 3-0 to start the season and the ONLY NFC central team to be undefeated so far this season.
Ok, so I may have thrown that in there purely because I know I have a lot of Packers fans reading my blog. 🙂
So instead of hitting the bars tonight, I made a massive pot of my dad’s broccoli soup.
And a whole roasted chicken. My parents made roasts a lot when I was growing up, so even though I didn’t use their exact recipe (or really any recipe at all) it reminded me of cozy Sundays as a kid.
Quite the undertaking for one girl on a Friday night, huh?
I’ll admit, my broccoli soup wasn’t as good as my dad’s (how could it be, really?) but it’s still good and I have a whole container of soup and a big ol’ chicken to eat for another week!
More satisfying than leaving the bar with the foresight of a hangover and an empty wallet.
Although those nights have their place, too. 😉