While the man didn't mind driving out and staying in the car to wait for me to run errands, I didn't feel like asking him to do that. I'd just pop out on my own, fully masked up. I'm extremely conscious that I might be completely asymptomatic, coming up negative on the ART, but somehow infectious. 🤷🏻♀️
We're eating very well. This Omicron variant seems to have made him hungry. He has his full tastebuds. Getting takeouts and having food delivered in work well. However, since I'm fine, I also bought loads of vegetables to do easy stir-fry with peppers. Those can go with like Fuzhou fishballs in soup, or toss it with egg tofu, and eggs with tomato. Simple dishes that will suffice for a meal. That night, I decided to cook a simple dinner on a night when we had no cravings. It was time for soup, and I'd rather drink my own soup.
I suppose chicken soup it was. There were chicken feet in the freezer. Thawed out four pieces. Stopped by the supermarket to get bone-in chicken thighs. CS Fresh has stocked plenty from their supplier in Thailand. Nice. One tray held three pieces; used them all. Boiled up an easy pot in 1.5 hours. Added daikon and kyabetsu to sweeten the broth. Then tipped in silken tofu at the end.
A one-bowl soup with a bit of rice was ideal for dinner. We didn't have much appetite, but was hungry, so soup was the best. I skipped the meat; the man happily ate up two pieces of thighs with XO sauce. There were two small bowls left to be kept for the next day. This isn't fancy food. It's just... comforting. We needed to keep our immune systems fed and hydrated. It kept my stomach happy, and it seemed to do wonders for the man's lingering headache even as the fever subsided.
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