Then I slept 20 hours.
Two days later I finally ordered the medicinal pizza.
I'm either a geriatric, or else I found the perfect disguise for a flu: Sam Adams winter pack.
So this is how I spent last week:
Gouda Mac and Cheese: This is such a satisfying meal when it's cold. Easy enough that I committed a case of improv, by taking this recipe and adding chopped Prosciutto, tomatoes and bread crumbs to the top before baking. Now I'm just getting cocky.
The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis: I totally liked this book, but I'm still making words about it. So far, all I've got is that the hero -- at least in my head -- looks like a young and skeezy Rick Ocasek. At some point, when I can string two words together without my head hitting the keyboard, my nose making infinite lines of zzzzz's, a full review will appear here. Keep checking every day. You should be anyway.
Slumdog Millionaire: Is it just me, or is this movie a lot like "Home Alone" meets "Bend it Like Beckham" meets "Goodfellas"?