Oh Dear Reader, I'm not doing well. I'm dying. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I do have the most agonizing cold ever. So sad. I was so excited to be back in Alaska and making new recipes to post, but alas, I can barely pry myself from my bed and when I do consume it's pretty much Powderade and PB & J sandwiches or Annie's canned soup. Oh Dear Readers, I'm not in my prime.
It's no help that it's been averaging 85 F for the last week here in AK. Our little house heats up to around 80 F, and our little loft bedroom is even hotter. It was 77 F downstairs at 7:30 am this morning! Sweaty and sick, I lay in bed and imagine myself tuberculosis-ridden like Doc Holliday, for I am pretty sure that I look and feel like him at this moment. It helps me through the heat and fatigue.
Ohio. It would appear that the strain was more than I could bear. Too sick to be your huckleberry today, but hopefully tomorrow I will be right as the mail and I'll have a recipe post up by the end of the week. I'm no daisy today.
This is what I look like...minus the facial hair...
