Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Vacation Time Out
One morning it hit me, and I stayed in bed for most of the day. My illness coincided with my cousin's cook's day off. To help me heal, my cousin wanted to make me chicken soup. She called her cook and asked how much water she needed to boil with the chicken bouillon cubes, and my cousin also asked what vegetables she should boil?
My cousin's cook yelled over the phone: "Stop what you're doing. Get out of my kitchen. I'm coming in."
My cousin's cook came in on her day off to make the most delicious chicken soup and to oversee my recovery by telling my cousin what to do. Her soup was made with a whole chicken (no bouillon cubes!), fresh vegetables, and love. The cook was very concerned about my health. I thought it was sweet. I felt like an infant because I had my husband, my cousin, and my cousin's cook nursing me back to health. My cousin's cook told me I couldn't drink Sprite (even though the Nanny brought me Sprite) because the bubbles would be bad for me - the cook ordered my cousin to stir the Sprite a little bit to release some bubbles before she would give it to me. It was an entertaining situation.
I bounced back after 24-hours. And to help heal my "traveler's tummy" my first meal post a chicken soup breakfast was at McDonald's. The Georgians only build architectural significant McDonald's. Chicken nuggets and french fries seemed to kill anything alive remaining in my stomach! I was back in business to continue the adventure...