I think I am going to make it
My closest companions since Friday night have been the toilet bowl and a bucket. Had a doozie of food poisining and am still wobly. I know I should eat, but everytime I think of cooking something, my stomach goes flip-flop.
The only thing which tastes right but is absolutely wrong now, is a bowl of spinach, or maybe a jar of my son's smoked pepper hot relish (have to wait until fall) or maybe some other outlandish, spicy vegetable dish, like kimchee, LOL.