Lesson #11 - When Mom and Dad get strep in the same week, the goal changes from "let's eat real food" to "what can we have delivered tonight?"

So apparently strep is sweeping through Houston like the Plague; don't know many folks who haven't had at least one case in their household. It started for me on Mother's Day evening, and because of my aversion for doctors, I stayed in bed, miserable, unable to sleep for 3 nights before I finally gave in and went to a Walgreen's Take Care Clinic for a strep test. Two nights later, Jason got it, and there's a whole other funnyish story that goes along with his trip to Walgreen's but he'd have my head if I blabbed it all over the internet.

So a week with both grown-ups sick for most of it translates into a week of really crappy eating. Pizza, day one. Chinese, day two. Smashburger, day 3. I managed to make something one night last week but I don't really remember what it was and I don't think anyone liked it anyway, and then we had some Chick-Fila mixed in there somewhere.

Yeah, so not such a good week. But it was all about survival. And all I have to say is that if Jillian wants to come cook for my family when I'm sick to make sure no laboratory-created "food" graces our plates, she's welcome to come a'knockin. She's got a new show where she makes housecalls, so maybe next time we all get laid out with some crud, I'll give her a ring. But in the meantime, the kids seemed to enjoy the break from the real food crusade.

Until next time, may your food be real unless you're laid up with double-parent strep throat and can't manage to cook anything.