Mae at rice and noodles tagged me a while back for this rather useful meme. It seems everyone has come down with some sort of infection, flu, cold, coodies, to shoot Kleenex stock through the roof. When it comes to comfort of the edible sort (Robitussin doesn't count), I wish I could say that I am a chicken-soup-from-scratch maker. But the sad reality is that the only times in my life that I have made chicken soup, I was perfectly healthy—the recipients usually being sick instead. And the effort, let alone time, involved to bung out one pot is preferably spent on laying down under the covers and not thinking about anything.
And I hesitate to call these remedies. I'm woefully lacking in the echinacea-popping preventative measures. And what I eat tends to console me in my pitiful snotty state rather then speed any sort of recovery. So, I'll call these my "comfort-ies." And at the top of the list...