Life's a Stitch

Not what you might think. It was our anniversary the other night and we celebrated with dessert in bed, all five of us. In my quest for comfort food I made a batch of Rote Grutze, a German recipe that’s a fruit flavoured pudding with berries, topped with a layer of vanilla custard like my grandmother used to make. It takes about an hour of stirring which was about all my knee and harvested hamstring could take. Unable to sit for long either, we retreated to the bedroom so I could have dessert painfree. I wish I had a photo.

I have to tell you what a comforting bunch you are:

1. Chris ate roast beef sandwiches during her pregnancy nausea. I had the privilege of 24 hour pregnancy nausea for a total of more than a year of my life. Nope, no morning sickness for me, I had to do the all day variety.

2. Rebecca recommended cherry lime soda – yumm, sounds like a fizzy stomach settling dream to me.

3. I don’t know, La, I’d be worried what tomato soup would look like in the toilet.

4.  My sister, Jane, is right on about Grammy’s creme.

5. Beth craves potatoes and cheese baked together. She would love Canadian Poutine – fries, covered in curds of mozzarella-like farmer cheese, smothered in enough gravy to melt the cheese. Yummeee.

6. Poor Dorothy can’t think of anything foodlike that’s comforting. That’s why she’s in such good shape.

7. Judith had a list that included cut up apples. During my version of morning sickness with baby #1, I ate a pound and a half of apples per day to settle my stomach. With #2 it was McDonald’s Chicken McNuggets – probably heavy enough to stay down no matter what and with  #3 it was plain A&W burgers on a plain bun.

8. Heather appreciates comfort food and has some delicious looking foody photos on her blog of her recent b-day celebrations.

9. Alison is from the Lipton chickie noodle camp. You’re either a Campbell’s or a Lipton’s person.

10. Jenny is making me hungry with the idea of cinnamon toast, definitely right up there in the comfort food department.

Sniff, sniff, it’s bad enough dealing with all this sick feeling stuff, and then the SIL had to leave. Due to her stash enhancement, pictured below, she barely had room in her luggage for the family’s Christmas gifts I sent home with her:

I didn’t have the chance to get too sad as Maureen stopped by with some Christmas baking. Nothing like a visit from a fellow blogger with goodies to help ease the pain: