my first ever hot toddy. courtesy of the perfect pint. (east 45th)i'm not sick.
i'm not.
i've been good and healthy all season (apart from some wooziness on christmas day, attributed to the large bag of buttered popcorn that i gluttonized at the matinee showing of nine). i'm not about to start the decade on a sickbed.
but i was kissed awake this morning by a cold wind blowing through my bedroom.
i did not love it.
and the day progressed with me feeling out of sorts: a little congested, the merest itch in my throat, hot forehead, cold hands. worst of all, i couldn't get warm.
i planned a full-on assault with vitamin C and fluids and good food.
i made ginger tea and tom yum soup from scratch. no recipe--all the ingredients: lemongrass, lots of fresh lime, sriracha sauce (as a substitute for red chili pepper), a bit of fish sauce, sugar, and a full bunch of fragrant cilantro went into a big pot for about 20 minutes. it would seem a perfect remedy, no? a hot/spicy/sweet/salty broth?
and i chased it with some advil (just in case).
i ate something more substantial before my sister came over in the late afternoon, and was still feeling a little dodgy.
but--i still had to get to happy hour with my gals, t and z! i couldn't miss them...
(a good girl would have stayed home, but a clever girl knows that she can get a hot toddy at the bar.)
and this is where clever girl gets hers.
i went to the perfect pint on east 45th street, and ordered a hot toddy (nicely done!), and waited and waited...while my gals were enjoying a cold beer and conversation at the perfect pint on west 45th.
guess who screwed that pooch by not carefully reading her IMs this afternoon? ugh.
i'd blame it on being sick and all. but i'm not sick.
i'm not.
