RecipeMuncher

Being ill–not really, really ill, but the kind of ill that leaves one prone to whining and snuffling through days and and nights–makes me crave comfort. I want flannelette pyjama bottoms, fleece tops and thick, warm socks. I want layers of blankets and comforters piled on the couch. I want (but rarely get at such times) a purring cat withing petting reach. Yup, I’m one of those people who is only still when she’s bubbling snot, setting decibel records for sneezing and qui (...)