Cold Begone Soup for one

When you've got what might be the flu, the last thing you want to do is stand around preparing elaborate soup. Of course, soup is exactly what you need.

Furthermore, soup for one always seems a ridiculous statement, a nearly impossible undertaking.

Yet here we are, and I'm happy to report that the little rice steamer earns it's jeep once again. It's perfect for soup for one. If you're whole family are sick, feel free to upsize this from the little rice steamer to the regular (or even industrial) sized one.

The simplest route is to put some chicken broth (bone or regular) in the steaming bowl and add noodles. If you add nothing else, I recommend turmeric powder and black pepper, especially if you have aches and chills. Other goodies to help hasten healing include fresh garlic, possibly a bit of sage (though it can take over the palate).  For flavor, throw in some chopped celery (stalk or leaves) and a bit of carrot. Be sure there's enough liquid that the noodles are swimming.

Cover and press "cook." When it all starts to boil, set a timer for ten minutes or so, depending on your noodles. Ladle the results directly into a bowl and serve -- golden noodle soup for one.

Rest, drink water, and enjoy.

Strategic Retreat

After a session on Thursday evening that left me in an active PTSD state, the healing weekend was a requirement. I checked in with my team, and more rest is required, so I'm taking two weeks to recover and reset and heal. 

 

Today's massage therapy was intense. I'm continually amazed  by the body's ability to store trauma physically.  Thank goodness for Courtney, who knows how to help everything start to let go.

 

Once home, I put on a short playlist and chopped onion, garlic and mushrooms while the butter melted. The chicken seared while I chopped green beans, and the whole thing was ready quick as three songs.

I think I have just enough energy to send some out of office emails 

 

while I eat. An extended nap is in order.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

We had a great time at church, but I was pretty wiped out before it was halfway over. When we got home, I read the paper a bit and then napped on the couch. Life is good.