That was a special present to get on Christmas morning. I had a flu bug incubating in me that decided to show itself in a wonderful package of half digested tri-tip and artichokes. I'm grateful that it was contained in my sink for a slightly less complicated clean up. I'm grateful for my boyfriend who rushed over, dumped a bottle of Drano into my sink. (He came with the special pink bottle as well.) I'm grateful that I made it to my parents home so I could pass out on the couch and writhe in discomfort until my fever broke. It was difficult, but waking up no longer afraid to eat is a wonderful gift. It make the new cookware from my parent's easier to enjoy. Here's to a more comfortable new year.
