Tonight I am making potato soup for dinner. Potato soup is my sick food. It hasn't always been.
Back in my college days, I had seasonal allergies something horrible, I think I am allergic to Kentucky from February through May or June. Anyway, I lived on Wendy's French fries and soda when the sickies got too bad. Every once and a while I would mix it up and order a baked potato. So, the starchy potato has always been my go to sick comfort meal. Now I just do the potato soup thing because, well, what's not to love?
Today's potato soup contains homemade chicken stock, onions and celery and a little milk, salt and pepper. And even though I had to sit down and stir after the chopping I am thrilled to have the energy to make soup today. Yesterday I was immobile on the couch all.day.long.
Now Daddy stayed home with tummy troubles today but he doesn't seem as bad as the rest of us were. He is sick for sure though. He has napped and otherwise sat around except for one trip outside with the dog.