
In a moment of brilliance Lewis called my cup of warm chicken broth (sold out but coming soon!) with a pinch of salt “chicken tea” and it has been a theme this week. A stomach bug has worked its way through our house this week and I am the latest victim. Lewis and I have spent the last few days taking naps, drinking chicken tea and making frequent visits to the bathroom.
While the feeling of a digestive system in protest is far from comforting, the stillness of both father and son, subdued by illness, brought its own type of comfort. We discovered that my eternally cold feet make great “cooling feet” when your forehead is too hot. I am grateful for those moments.
I am also grateful to have a small amount of chicken bone broth in our house freezer from the recent test batch. Our favorite chef Adam Bechard had moved kitchens and he is working this weekend on finishing up our first batch! We should have it back in stock by next week!
Be well,
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
“I cannot go to school today!”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay
“I have the measles and the mumps
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry
I’m going blind in my right eye
My tonsils are as big as rocks
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more, that’s seventeen
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue
It might be instamatic flu
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke
I’m sure that my left leg is broke
My hip hurts when I move my chin
My belly button’s caving in
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains
My nose is cold, my toes are numb
I have a sliver in my thumb
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak
I hardly whisper when I speak
My tongue is filling up my mouth
I think my hair is falling out
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight
My temperature is 108
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear
There’s a hole inside my ear
I have a hangnail, and my heart is… what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is Saturday? Ha-ha
G’bye, I’m goin’ out to play”
