My cup of coffee is brewed from locally-roasted, fair-trade beans that were sold as a fundraiser for community theater. Unless you actually live in coffee country, this is as local as it gets! Then I ruined my coffee credibility by using a basic drip machine. My beverage sociopathy knows no bounds.
Two days ago, I made pretzels using the ol' Art of Manliness recipe. I topped them with chia seeds, black sesame seeds, and coarse salt. Of course, pretzels are best when fresh. Fortunately, a toaster oven on the bagel setting revitalizes them to almost-as-good-as-fresh. I also have a few I froze following the boiling step, ready for proper fresh-baked bready goodness later.
Why were there still pretzels today? I was sick yesterday. I ate nothing until evening. Apparently the Mother Thing was sick a few days ago. I must have gotten it after making dinner for her and my dad, and this is how I am repaid? Shocking! And now she also has to take care of my dad, because he apparently also came down with it last night. Poor mom. But she also has a leftover pretzel, so there's that at least!
That is why I spent yesterday bedridden (with frequent urgent interruptions) watching The Simpsons and not eating much. Let the compensatory gluttony commence! I even indulged in chocolate almond milk as a coffee creamer substitute today. Decadent excess in celebration of recovery seems in order, although I am still exhausted from the ordeal. Back to work tomorrow regardless.
