Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Remember when you were little and when you came down with a nasty cold or the flu, your mom would make you anything you wanted, just as long as you'd eat? Well, my tastebuds are all out of whack, and my throat is swollen and painful, and I'm home from work this morning, so when I finally got out of bed, I made the first thing that came to mind. A plate of veggie sausage, with an egg fried to coagulated death, on top of a whole wheat pancake (made with soymilk that Becca and I made from scratch). Yeah. Really. I ate that. Now I'm kind of full.