I am currently recovering from the dreaded Flu.
I was holed up in my bedroom for 2 days like a nesting vampire, until yesterday, when I made the conscious effort to rise from my fluffy coffin and greet the early morn, even though I still felt like the walking dead.
Being sick is never part of my plan.
However, now I’ve had my dose of Flu for the year, it should be smooth sailing until I get my next hit of Gastro, courtesy of the girls.
That’s one of the many wondrous things about kids, they’re like walking petri dishes.
They swan around, harbouring these vile germs, while somehow being resistant to the worst of it.
Cory and I will be bedridden and groaning for mercy, yet our girls will have only a little cough and a runny nose.
I’ll be so violently ill, I look like I’ve escaped a POW camp, but my daughter has one loose stool and a stomach cramp.
I guess there’s something to be said for the questionable hygiene of children… It keeps their immunity up.
Anyhoo, when I’m sick… and pretty much only ever when I’m sick, I crave sugar.
Ruthlessly refined, terrible for you, makes my teeth hurt, White Caster Sugar.
I want lemonade. I need biscuits. I must have ice cream.
I lay in bed at 10 o’clock the other night, eating a Macca’s sundae that my darling husband drove down to get for me. I needed one immediately or I simply would’ve died!
Prior to that, I lay there considering…Should I bake a Chocolate cake? Do I dare…?
Well, I didn’t end up making myself a midnight torte.
But, this Friday Feast is so damn, deliciously easy, it wasn’t such a ridiculous suggestion to myself.
And, as an extra incentive… If you do bake this cake while battling a contagious disease, at least you won’t have to share it, because nobody else will want to go near it.
Until Monday xxx
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