September 28, 2007 - 6:11 pm
Yesterday felt like November in Bellingham. Gray skies, a chill in the air, and a constant downpour of rain.
I usually love those days. They’re a time for curling up in front of a fire with a good book or snuggling down with the kids for afternoon movies.
The thing is, I wasn’t quite ready to give up the beautiful days of summer (yes, I do realize it’s officially fall). This refusal to face reality was the reason I underdressed for the weather (open-toed sandals and a light jacket over slacks and a blouse). I know, I must be insane.
Even so, trust me when I caution that you DO NOT want to spend a Novemberish day in my office if you are dressed for August. My office happens to be located in one of the oldest buildings in town. It’s a quirky space with high ceilings, lots of woodwork, and radiator heat - radiator heat that isn’t turned on until mid-October. Hence the problem.
I spent the day huddled over my keyboard in my damp jacket working through sniffles, sneezes, and the occasional cough. It was freezing and I was decidedly sick by the time I dragged myself home.
That’s when the magic happened. My wonderful husband gave me The Cure For What Ails You (that’s what they call a hot toddy in his family). After giving me time to take a long, hot shower and wrap up in blankets, he fed the kids, and then brought me dinner and that lovely drink.
It worked - warming me up and banishing any trace of the sniffles. Today I feel fabulous!
So if you’re ailing, here’s his recipe for The Cure:
HOT TODDY
1 mug boiling water
1 teabag (Constant Comment)
1 spoonful of sugar
1 shot of bourbon
Steep the teabag for several minutes in the boiling water. Add the sugar and bourbon. Enjoy!
P.S. If you’re making a small pot, double the recipe.
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If you double or triple the bourbon and make it any liquor including, in a pinch, tequila, that is also my recipe for what ails me. Well not exactly… We usually skip the teabag (wouldn’t want any caffeine to interefere with my “medicine”) use a ton of honey and the juice of a half to a quarter of a lemon (to “loosen up the phlegm”). Yummmm. Too bad I’m not a bit sick. I do have a headache from when my sweet Pumpkin threw his sippy cup into my forehead earlier.
October 1st, 2007 at October 1, 2007 - 7:15 pmAh, a woman after my own heart. I’ll let hubby know that when curing the sick, one doesn’t skimp on the liquor.
P.S. In my opinion a sippy cup to the forehead is reason enough to self-medicate. Go to it!
October 1st, 2007 at October 1, 2007 - 7:38 pmI grew up in Scotland, and the cure for pretty much everything as a child (especially for sore throats) was a generous dose of whiskey in warm milk and honey.
Needless to say, I had LOTS of sore throats.
Once you reached adulthood, you simply omited the milk and honey.
October 1st, 2007 at October 1, 2007 - 8:26 pm