The flu bug hit me on Saturday, and I tell you, boy, does this strain pack a wallop. I would have happily played in the kitchen, preparing and photographing Norma's recipe for tarta pascualina, but I've been too busy this week with my tissues, tea with honey and lemon, and blankets, tons of blankets…well, except for when I was dripping in sweat from the fever.
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Amusing side note: The first time Daniel ever handed me a thermometer to take my temperature, he looked a bit surprised that I'd stuck it in my mouth. I noted the strange expression on his face, and I shrugged and mumbled, "What?" with the glass thermometer firmly wedged beneath my tongue. He replied, "Well, it's just that we don't normally put the thermometer in our mouths." I blanched for a moment, imagining the absolute worst of the alternative temperature-taking sites, and I cringed slightly in anticipation of his response. "We usually place it under the arm."
All I can say is that I'm glad he'd thoroughly cleaned the thermometer with alcohol before he gave it to me.
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I'm feeling reasonably better today, which has lifted my spirits, as I'm supposed to travel with my chorus to an event in Chajarí, province of Entre Ríos, at the end of the week. I just hope my voice returns soon, otherwise the only group I'll be singing with is the chorus of frogs living in the Río Uruguay just outside of town. Ribbit.
For now, entertain yourselves with this humorous post from the archives about Argentine cold remedies. I promise to be back next week with our final recipe…and then it's on to the voting!
[Photo credit: Andres Rueda]