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Poor little guy. He stayed home yesterday with a fever and the blobs. I think he left the sofa twice in about seven hours. This morning he woke up again with a fever and the doctor just now said strep throat with a double ear infection. Can you imagine? And he hasn’t complained once about anything hurting! Antibiotics are flowing freely. He should be himself by this time tomorrow, but I’m going to just keep him home until Monday. I wonder what the odds are I’ll have someone else home with me that day.

As for me, I’m using his down time to stick close, but get some housework done. He’s on the sofa and I’m six steps away cleaning the freezer, fridge, pantry and then the rest of the kitchen. YUCK! But, it must be done. And it gives me an idea of what we’re not eating. Inevitably I find a wildly out-of-date product in the back of the pantry … a bag of chips that floated into Never-Neverland only to become unimaginably stale … a something-new I wanted to try but never did, now it’s trash. Yoiks! The whole place sounds like a science experiment, I know, but it’s also a disorganized mess. Perhaps before and after pictures are in order. All this shuffling also allows me to take inventory of my baking supplies before I begin putting together my holiday gift baskets. For instance, I had no idea I’m completely out of brown sugar, but I have more than 10 pounds of flour. Yipes! (They like homemade calzone, so I use a lot of flour.) What do you share at the holidays? Until I can get back to my focus, I’ll leave you with this quote from a Time article (June 4, 2006). I found it ticklish, but telling. What do you think?

“If it were just about food,
we would squirt it into their mouths with a tube.
A meal is about civilizing children.
It’s about teaching them to be a member of their culture.”
--Robin Fox, anthropologist, Rutgers University