I hate being sick. For the past few days I’ve been stuck at home working from my laptop missing out on the usual 5-minute-lunch-purchase-sunshine indulgence.
The only good thing about being sick is the comfort food that comes with it. Vegetable soup is a staple in this apartment for sicklings. My favorite comfort food however, is anything nostalgic. Childhood memories of sticky oatmeal with globs of condensed milk made especially by mommy dearest always makes me feel better. When I can’t have that, I go for the next best alternative:
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