I almost said ‘normal’ in that title, but that’s long gone! As I said on Friday, we were planning to have a quiet fourth, and we did. I was feeling so much better, and I knew I was only a day or two away from being totally fine. Unfortunately, my husband decided he still wanted part of the holiday, so he made cheeseburgers. Instead of getting a package of ground meat and letting me shape them into burgers, he opted for ready-made ones from the meat department. He also picked up some potato salad, coleslaw, and a Jewish pickle from the deli.
What harm could it do to just eat a little of each? Right? It can’t hurt. Right? I found out a little later when my stomach rebelled once again. It didn’t bother my husband, so it had to be my recovering gut. Maybe the meat wasn’t as fresh? Raw cabbage? Ingredients in the potato salad? Whatever it was, I was sick again, and angry at myself for not listening to my alarm bells! I felt fine by yesterday, but once again, I stuck to bland foods.
Our neighbor brought over some of their grilling – chicken, burgers, and sausage – and we thanked them profusely. We froze the burgers and sausage, and we ate the chicken last night. I scraped all the grilling char from my piece, and I had it with a cup of chicken noodle soup. I still feel all right today – so far.
My daughter and the two little ones will be coming for lunch today. I have the larder stocked with their favorites, but I’ll stick with crackers. I’m hoping that this time, my ‘slow and steady’ will reap good results. I hate to be missing the summer’s bounty of fruits and veggies, though. My daughter is bringing us more from their gardens, and I really crave a salad using those crops, but I’m being wise this time.
My big boys fly home tonight, and I’ll be relieved once they’re on this side of the continent, again! Hopefully, they’ll come for dinner on Wednesday, and I’ll hear about their adventures.