This whole beef stew missing the cornbread thing. Why? Because My own cooking made me sick. Yep. Today, when I had NO plans to stay home from work, I spent the day in the toilet and in my bed. The lava from the volcano aka my mouth, seemed to stop for good after the third seperate time. The sour taste in my mouth has gone. My volcano, located down under, seems to have a little action--yet not as much as before. And I cooked the food. I was THRILLED I made it.
Not so much now.
UGH.
Every ingredient of my stew I tasted as it exited center stage. I wonder if the meat was bad and/or I hate too much last night and too late. As I ate, I knew my tummy felt funny. Too bad I didn't listen. So now, I feel more like me. Movie Man asked if I needed him to do anything. Honestlty, I need some pop ----from the Midwest we call soda 'pop'. I'm gonna see how I am and go get me some.
Yea, some Sprite needs to perk me up.
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Monday, January 5, 2009
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