Thank you for your good wishes. I am up and taking nourishment again - a little clear soup, some soda water, a couple of Saltines. The first thing I did after I decided that I might live was begin loads of laundry (Steve has been terrific. A paragon. A true pal and a loving helpmeet but even he has only got two hands and thus by Thursday the children had been reduced to wearing papertowels. Besides, the first thing one wants upon rising from a nest of toweling is an actual bed. With clean sheets.)
So I suppose that seeing me on my hindlegs this morning trundling baskets of laundry lead Patrick to believe that I was open for business again and he asked me about... I cannot say it... about a specific breakfast option and I snapped, "Don't say it!"
And he said, "What?"
And I shuddered and said, "The... the 's' word. Don't say it again."
Patrick, surprised and a little offended said, "I didn't! I never! I just I wanted some s* s**. Have you seen any regular s* s** because all I can find is this swedish stuff with the weird green bits*** and the s**** that Dad made earlier which is all cold."
I flung the laundry basket over my head and fled.
Anyway, hello, and no one was more surprised than I to wake up this morning and learn that it was Saturday again. What the hell? Not only that but there is football on tonight and not only THAT but Steve and I are now sworn enemies because apparently living in a state for over fourteen years and having our children here and enjoying its four (very) distinct seasons and nice libraries and excellent schools and colorful accent is not enough to overcome a few years of high school spent in Milwaukee. So I am going to wrap myself up well in blankets and bring some gingerale down to the basement where I will sit as far away as possible from that traitor in the cheese hat and I... *I*... shall be rooting for the Vikings.
[Ugh
*smoked
**salmon
***gravlax
****sausage]
PS I mean that I will be rooting for them despite the utter hopelessness of it all.
Sorry you have been so sick! Nice to see a post from you.
Posted by: Penny | January 05, 2013 at 08:56 PM
glad you're feeling a bit better. Um, go Vikings????
Sorry as a 49er fan I am compelled to root for GB.
Posted by: winecat | January 05, 2013 at 09:53 PM
Laughing. All I could think of was sushi. And for breakfast! Glad you're up and about!
Posted by: Laura | January 05, 2013 at 10:01 PM
Glad you've turned the corner! But, yeah, sorry :-D Go Packers :-D
Posted by: Ellie | January 05, 2013 at 10:08 PM
So glad to know you are feeling better.
Very relieved to see the ***s in your post were not merely censorship (as I had feared) but a lexicon, because I was stumped when it came to breakfast foods starting with S, coming from a corner of the world where people (in general, though not, actually, me much) think of the G breakfast word as one made from corn (not s* with green bits). So.
Um. Go Vikings? I am entirely agnostic when it comes to this issue, but in favor of hometeams and underdogs and it sounds like you've got both factors on your side?
Posted by: Alexicographer | January 05, 2013 at 10:23 PM
This is the first time I read your blog and it is very enjoyable :-) so I will come back. I also was racking my brain to think what a normal family might find lacking at breakfast time. I myself often have S-pinach S-oup but all I could think was that pancakes, waffles, French toast, Honey-Nut Cheerios, Fruit Loops, etc -- none of those begins with S!
Posted by: GretchenJoanna | January 05, 2013 at 10:31 PM
That game sucked. That is all. Poor Joe Webb.
Posted by: NGS | January 05, 2013 at 10:48 PM
Patrick should give Gravlax a chance - with a lovely dijon dill sauce! Maybe he would get into it if he knew it meant buried salmon and some folks still bury the salmon with salt and dill to cure it...or maybe not...
So glad you are better!
Posted by: Kirste | January 06, 2013 at 12:03 AM
I hate to say it again, so I won't... but by chance did you eat s* s** before you got so stupendously sick!?!? Because not joke, my aunt's sister and her two daughters went to a party Christmas Eve and 14 of the 17 people at the party became violently ill... from the s* s** (this figured out because no one in the families who cared for the ill became sick themselves and the only 3 people at the party who didn't become ill were the three who didn't eat that particular item). That said, after the violent illness subsided for all, my aunt's best friend who works for a local restaurant received an email from a national chain they purchase food from saying there has been a recall of s* s** due to contamination.
What ever it was I sure hope you feel better!!!
Posted by: Rachel | January 06, 2013 at 12:23 AM
Hoping the game didn't cause you a setback. It was rather nauseating. We sent a son off to your lands for college this fall and had figured he might take up with the team for the postseason since his birthright team did not make the playoffs. They in fact worked very hard to not make the playoffs.
But he tells us that we are crazy and he could and would do no such thing. No matter really, moot point now. He did get to go to a Vikings game though and they did win that.
Posted by: Jen | January 06, 2013 at 09:55 AM
I saw "sausage" written all over that s* a mile away. Oh geez, it's a heckava way to launch the New Year. How much lighter are you?
Gotta love clean sheets...
Posted by: Heidi | January 06, 2013 at 11:50 AM
@winecat, really? As a 49er fan I have long hated Greenbay ... but there's probably some nuance of the playoffs that I'm missing because my blind hatred trumps all ...
We were felled Christmas Eve Eve, which made the Christmas Eve celebration with family the next day a joy and delight, for sure. Nothing like being unable to take more than two bites of your favorite holiday meal (um ... pizza in our case) without dry heaving for saying "Happy Holidays to you!" Glad to hear you're feeling better.
Posted by: rbelle | January 06, 2013 at 12:50 PM
So glad you're feeling better!
Posted by: Amy | January 06, 2013 at 04:01 PM
Do you need another football underdog to root for? Please to cheer for my alma mater (Notre Dame) in the national championship game tonight? :)
Posted by: Tine | January 07, 2013 at 09:59 AM
hind legs...you are a treasure.
Posted by: ProudMary | January 07, 2013 at 10:19 AM
Sausage! Of course! *smacks head*
I too could not think of a single common breakfast food that started with S. As to the commenter above, the only G one I can think of is granola, but that's not made with corn.
I'm terrible at this game but then, to me, all food is breakfast food. (I had leftover Vietnamese chicken stirfry for breakfast yesterday; the last two squares of a chocolate bar today. In other news, I'm thinking I need to do more meal planning this new year.)
Posted by: Shawna | January 07, 2013 at 11:32 AM
Glad you're feeling better!
Posted by: liz | January 07, 2013 at 01:12 PM
My Iowa-born mother also used the phrase "up on your hind legs" especially when she wanted us to stop being lazy and do things for ourselves. 'Well, you can just get up on your hind legs and make yourself a piece of toast!' for example.
Posted by: Jenine | January 07, 2013 at 01:24 PM
You can take the boy out of Milwaukee, but you can not take the Milwaukee out of the boy (she said, being a proud MIlwaukeean.) And by God, you can NEVER EVER stop us from bleeding green and gold, nor can you stop us from passing down the Packer Fever to our children (I was so happy to see Edward in a Packers jersey a few posts ago).
I do adore you and your readers but I am not sorry for the outcome of the game. If it's any consolation, however, I refuse to be one of those fans who employ the term "Viqueens." There's really no call for that.
Posted by: Sheila | January 07, 2013 at 01:41 PM
Sorry about the Vikings! I am a Cheese Head all the way.
Posted by: Liz S | January 07, 2013 at 01:46 PM
Coming in a bit late here... We are also a house divided, but I am the Packers fan and my husband likes the Vikings. I still love you though!
Posted by: Andrea | January 09, 2013 at 08:19 AM