Feed a cold

The kid succeeded admirably in germing me good. She's so proud. My throat feels like it's trying to claw its way out of my body. And yet I have this compulsion to keep throwing food down it. Being sick is illogical!

The kid doesn't get sick often, maybe once every couple of years. I feel like pampering her, although she doesn't need it. She had a soccer game after school yesterday and was wheezing and coughing while running around, and still managed to score 2 goals - her best game of the season so far. Which was perfect timing since her grandparents were watching. My FIL is nearly 80 and while women in his culture have equal influence in both personal and professional life, I wonder how it feels for him to see his granddaughter kicking butt athletically. I also wonder what my MIL thinks when watching her granddaughter streaking across the pitch.

So after the game, I was a chaotic blur in the kitchen trying to make dinner for 5 within half an hour. I managed to make a tomato sauce with several fresh autumn veggies and chicken breast to pour over ravioli, along with a big bowl of broccoli. Not fancy but at least it was ready quickly! No game today, so I'm planning something a little more extravagant for dinner. When my in-laws really enjoy a meal, they use a word which means "lordly" - shorthand for "food fit for royalty". So I use that as a target; if I can get a "heerlijk" out of them then the meal will be a success!