When I started Tales From Shady Fifth, I'd intended it to be a garden blog. It quickly morphed into a "far-flung family" aka "mommy" blog. I most emphatically do not intend for it to turn into a cancer blog - but as this is a part of what is going on around here now, I suppose there will be an entry from time to time.
At any rate, I am sitting currently in a silent home. Everyone is at church and I am . . . super super nauseated. They left food for me in case I could eat. Here is the strange thing: we'd been trying to think of mild, calm foods that I could keep down, so I was a little dismayed to learn that what Sophia had fixed was a plate full of bright-flavored small bite foods. But as I started nibbling, I learned that those bright flavors were exactly what I'd needed: diagonal chunks of lacto-fermented pickles, lunch meat wrapped around cream cheese and cut into coins, and a goat/basil/tomato cheese, with a blue aftertaste. Who knew? It was just perfect, whereas I had struggled to manage plain salted eggs earlier.
Another little odd tidbit, this from a friend whose little girl received a cancer diagnosis earlier this week: linen clothing for the ill. It does happen that I have a bunch of natural undyed linen in my fabric stash and a need for new pj's. As my friend said, "I'm not going to jump on a junk science bandwagon, especially at this time", but linen pj's do no harm.
This wraps up today's quirky minutiae from the Land of Lymphoma.