Jello? Jelloooo?

A few fateful weeks ago I ate at a local restaurant and became quite ill with food poisoning. I don't say this lightly...I hate to accuse food of making me sick. It was actually my husband's lunch. He was dubious about the freshness of his tuna salad, a fact confirmed when I took a bite and it tingled in my mouth. Having just finished a week of antibiotics that killed all good bacteria in my body, what should have been some mild stomach discomfort (husband), turned into a week of absolute misery for yours truly.


I was on liquids for a few days over the weekend and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, worked my way to applesauces and other lovely foods. During this time of misery and heartbreak I continued to cook for Joel and friends...but instead of breaking bread with others, I instead broke the seal on my Jello cup. I never realized how much I truly hate Jello.

Anyway, here is a pick of me and my Jello. I was so furious that night with my stomach. I still get hungry looking at this picture (click on it if you too want your stomach to rumble). :) I never realized before how much I constantly taste food as I am cooking. What a challenge to not be able to eat that that last crumb, or taste a sauce, or lick the spoon! May I never take good food and a hearty stomach for granted!