Sauced In New York Sometimes the food is in the sauce, sometimes we are
I started 2014 surrounded by some of my favorite and most-loved people, a Champagne toast and a cold. I could feel it coming, teasing me during the last days of 2013, and then as I woke to a new year, bright blue skies and freezing temperatures, it hit me full force. I would like to think that I am adult, fully capable of taking care of herself in such circumstances, but I must confess that I bundled myself up and trudged next door (yes, I’m neighbors with my parents) to my mother’s house for medicine, hot soup and sympathy.
Bonus: two of my mother’s good friends were in town and as adopted-aunties, I got three for the price of one: chai tea, homeopathic medicine and homemade chicken soup. And while there’s no scientific proof to my hypothesis, I’m pretty sure that is what put me on the road to recovery.
I can hear you now. I want my mommy and some soup.
Something along those lines. Nothing like getting sick to make you revert to a child again!