I appear to have that unusual cold. And it’s been a long time since I’ve caught anything, surprising even, given the several outbreaks that have spread through work. I’m not exactly sure what brought me down, since no one I know around me has a cold.

Stephanie had a nasty bout of food poisoning on Sunday, so I made her a homemade chicken broth then (chicken carcass and mirepoix and all!), which now feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy, as I’m the one enjoying it. Yesterday she took my broth and added chicken and noodles to it (once she was able to hold down solid foods) which I thought was a pretty cool collaboration.

Tonight the chicken soup ran out, so I figured I might as well keep the soup train going while I’m still well enough to cook. We had two leeks from our veggie box a while ago, as well as 3 old potatoes, both of which I simmered in chicken broth (store bought this time) before I pureed them in the food processor.

I’m really trying to be good to myself, drinking tons of fluids, taking Emergen-C in the morning, and most importantly getting lots of sleep. Which is another way of saying, it’s time. Good night.