I have much to be grateful for this year. Husband. Family. Friends.
What I don’t have is the ability to speak. I woke up with my throat even more sore and raspy than yesterday.
Most annoying is the I’m-ever-so-thankful-for-husband? Keeps forgetting and yelling questions to me two rooms away.
I also can’t smell, and therefore cannot taste, so cooking was a bit underwhelming.
But cook I did. I’d chosen several fun, nutritious side dishes (roasted butternut squash and kale salad with lentils & roasted brussel sprouts with quinoa, pecans, and dried cranberries) and I figured whether or not I could taste it, it would be good for me.
The kale salad called for microplaned ginger in the dressing. So at least I had some ginger on hand to boil into tea, with lemon and honey.
Whoo! Something to drink!
Yeah, let’s ignore the five bottles of wine I got dirt cheap that are resting, unopened.
Despite the lack of yelling power, I don’t think I’m actually worse today. Just not better. And a little out of my senses.
Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all.