I started feeling better yesterday but I did as little as possible, because rest is the one thing that's hard for me when I am sick. I find it difficult, even though I have to walk around with a box of kleenex and a bottle of water.
I didn't feel like cooking much last night so we had a Stouffer's lasagna, one of the few frozen foods I ever fix, because it's fairly tasty. I also made mashed cauliflower with cheese. It looked sort of like this cauliflower on Closet Cooking but mine is not so fancy. I just boil the cauliflower until soft and stick the immersion blender in it to liquify it. Then I add butter, cheese, salt and pepper, and garlic powder and onion powder. Michael had a BIG helping.
If you have kids who don't like veggies, I recommend cauliflower with cheese - if it looks like mashed potatoes. Unless your kid has high cholesterol [which most don't] I recommend piling on the cheese. Don't skimp.
Another dish I came across which looks delicious - and I don't like broccoli - is this broccoli casserole on The Southern Lady Cooks. That's a great site - but dangerous too. I always start drooling when I read the desserts...
I have been trying to drink lemonade every night at dinner and I think this has helped my cold. I juice an entire lemon and put it in a glass with a little boiling water and some sugar [trying to cut down on the sugar gradually]. If you do a search you will find that lemons are a great natural source of Vitamin C, plus they have a lot of potassium. The acidity also helps cut mucus, in my opinion.
I don't eat the rind or seeds, however, like my brother. One, I don't like rind and seeds. Two, I am always leery of pesticides being in the rind, even if it's a supposedly "organic" lemon. I think the risks outweigh the benefits there. However, if you like the entire lemon, you might want to check out my friend Judy's Super Easy Lemon Cake recipe.
I've continued to scan in old photos, so I thought I'd share a couple here.
Above, me at a family wedding in 1969 where I was the flower girl. Two of my great aunts are in the background. Trying to avoid them fussing at me AND eat every cheese straw on the table was why I looked so grumpy.
Above, me in the living room of my house, playing with Barbie, age 6. I liked to pretend my nightgown was a fancy ballgown. Barbie liked to wear cocktail dresses and do acrobatics off the coffee table.
Below, my beautiful mother in 1956, the year she married:
