Illness

Stomach flu. Paul, me, Melissa, who knows who else eventually. We got sick in that order, and despite this Paul blames me for bringing germs into their house.

I think we all contracted it during the Third Annual Small Group Thanksgiving in February, which we held last weekend. Yes, every year once the holidays settle down we deep fry a turkey (this year it was actually a couple chickens) and have cranberry sauce and a rather traditional meal. For the second year I made bittersweet chocolate cake with white chocolate cream sauce and leaves and rasberry puree. It was better the first year that I made it, but it was still chocolate butter and eggs primarily, so who's to complain if it didn't hold its space quite as nicely as it should.

I feel primarily bad for Melissa since she got it about 2 days after Paul did and so she had to watch him be sick and then feel the flu coming on and know how bad it was going to be. Paul re-scheduled his 30th birthday dinner since Melissa couldn't be there.

Actually it may be all my fault. I should have known better than to read "Empire of the Sun," while eating Chinese food. A story about WW2 Allied prisoners in a concentration camp outside of Shanghi and cheap sweet and sour chicked is sure to incur me that wrath of someone somewhere. That is probably about as bad as at Kati's birhtday at Fandango where I ordered the rabbit and rattlesnake sausage. I think that everyone was watching my first bite to see if I suddenly fell to the floor as my stomach escaped from my body due to teh combination of a predator and its prey in one delicious dish. (Eventually many people tried it and enoyed the combination.)