The plague is slowly making its way through my house. Sophie returned to school today (still coughing but feeling better), but now Husband is down. In bed. Unable to eat. And I can't believe how nice I'm being to him. Usually, I'm more of the Nurse Ratchet school. I mean, really, how would you respond to a 6'4" man who opines that he is "weak as a kitten"? But I'm serving him homemade chicken broth, ginger ale, and crackers.
Here's his dinner.
In the meantime, Sophie and I got busy with some vanilla pudding. We used Martha Stewart's recipe, which produces a rich flavor and nice texture. And unlike many other recipes it does not use corn starch, a substance I regard with general suspicion. After tasting this I can't imagine anyone would make pudding from a box again. Check it out here.
And about that plague: I'm next, right? I guess if we can all get sick at different times so there's always someone to play nurse, we're in good shape. Right.