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I have a cold.

I am pretty sure it's the worst cold ever to be had in the history of mankind.

I know this because I walked by the bakery down the street and my mouth didn't even water.

And they were just putting a fresh batch of cheese Danish into the display case. I looked in the window, sniffed, shrugged, and kept on walking.

I love cheese Danish. Damnit.

So I climbed the steps to my place, walked in, threw my keys on the counter and pulled the apple cider vinegar out of the cabinet. Then the honey. Then got a fresh lemon from the fruit bowl.

The Husband fled his comfortable spot in his Man Chair and locked himself in the bathroom.

"It's not for you, it's for me", I hollered. "You don't have a code." (That's "cold" in sick speak.)

From the bathroom "ARE YOU SURE? I DO NOT WANT THAT CRAP."

The Aunt is The Great Maker of Elixirs. This particular gem is made with equal parts apple cider vinegar, honey, fresh lemon juice. You place a couple of tablespoons of that in a cup and fill it the rest of the way with hot water and drink it like a tea.

The Friend in Boston's husband calls it "Lung Douche".

Nice.

The Husband calls it The Worst Punishment Known To Man.

Wuss.

The Grandmother was a major proponent of drinking warm whiskey when sick.

Being the revolutionary that I am, I have decided to combine the two treatments for what I am certain is the best cold remedy known to man.

Drink the Icky Tea and follow with a whiskey chaser.

I will be honest to say that I am not fond of the tea, but I believe it works.

And I really like the whiskey.
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Posted by Foodwhore at September 8, 2004 06:38 PM