Sickies
July 14, 2008
I feel as if someone stuffed my head full of cotton balls, which may be partially true because my agency called today to find out where the hell I was--I apparently had an interview at 11am that I have no recollection of scheduling at all and therefore missed. Pissed doesn't even come close to describing how I feel about that one.
But what's done is done.
We didn't bother to make dinner tonight since I can't taste anything and neither of us was very hungry but D was insistent that I eat something since all I had was a glass of 2 juiced oranges and a carrot in an attempt to wake up my immune system. So I invented something, I added a sliced green onion to some leftover mashed potatoes, some jalapeño Havarti cheese and a whole lot of cayenne pepper, formed them into little cakes, breaded them and fried them. Then I made D try them to see if they were good because all I could taste was a little heat from the cayenne.
The verdict was tasty but needing a dipping sauce. When my taste buds start functioning again I'll recreate them and see if there are any improvements to be made and then maybe write an actual recipe. Until then I'm going to suck back the Neocitran and stay bundled up on the couch.
But what's done is done.
We didn't bother to make dinner tonight since I can't taste anything and neither of us was very hungry but D was insistent that I eat something since all I had was a glass of 2 juiced oranges and a carrot in an attempt to wake up my immune system. So I invented something, I added a sliced green onion to some leftover mashed potatoes, some jalapeño Havarti cheese and a whole lot of cayenne pepper, formed them into little cakes, breaded them and fried them. Then I made D try them to see if they were good because all I could taste was a little heat from the cayenne.
The verdict was tasty but needing a dipping sauce. When my taste buds start functioning again I'll recreate them and see if there are any improvements to be made and then maybe write an actual recipe. Until then I'm going to suck back the Neocitran and stay bundled up on the couch.
