I would like to call a do-over on this weekend. I had plans to sleep in, bake some muffins, go to yoga, go to Pt. Reyes, make some phone calls, enjoy some of the deliciously hot weather … but I was waylaid, unexpectedly, by some sort of cold/flu/unpleasantness that has kept me downing Cold Care tea and alternately reading and napping. Even my appetite has mostly disappeared, which, when that happens, I know I am really under the weather, no fooling. I would like another chance, please.
However, there is always room for a little something, n’est-ce pa? Friday was hot all day and I felt almost as though I was living on the East Coast again; when I walked to catch my bus home at 4 p.m. it was 94 degrees in the Financial District. Yes, that’s 94. I could probably count on one hand the number of afternoons San Francisco reaches such temperatures during the course of the year, so suffice it say, it was a bit, um, warm. So I made for dinner something summery and simple: a quick saute of chopped asparagus and sliced mushrooms, in a good amount of vegetable broth, with ladles of pasta water from the whole wheat spaghetti I was cooking on the other burner. When all was cooked to my liking, I drained the pasta, placed it in a large bowl, dumped the vegetables and some olive oil into it, and mixed well. A bit of black pepper and salt finished it off. I ate mine topped with some fresh mozzarella and parmesan, but last night for leftovers it tasted just fine without any cheese at all.
Yesterday I don’t remember too much of because I was feeling quite not-myself; even the farmers’ market couldn’t cheer me up. I think I had toast, and some noodle soup from a package, and leftover Friday dinner. Oh, woe.
Today was a little better: a hot, brothy, peppery, salty bowl of red quinoa soup filled with chopped green beans, zuccini, corn, garlic, and carrots was my first — and probably will be every — meal. All I ever want when I’m sick is soup, and this one (probably because I didn’t have to make it myself) really hit the spot.
And then because I’m a little bit of a nut, I made vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting because I saw a gorgeous piece of cake on FP Daily and I had to have it, sick or no. I mean, wouldn’t you want cupcakes when you’re feeling weak and tired and icky and like all the tea in the world won’t make you feel better?
I think so.
But now baking has taken all my strength so I must return to my book, and bed, and hope for a bright and early restorative start in the morning.