It’s kind of a busy week, so this post will be short and sweet. Well, maybe more savory than sweet.
My dad finally retired at age seventy-eight, and on Sunday I went to his last brunch fund raiser. That same evening I didn’t feel so well. Got sick. Not sure if it was too much Mimosa, or if I caught a virus from my twelve-year-old nephew who was sitting next to me.
Whenever I don’t feel like eating because I’m sick, the only thing that sounds good to me is pastina. Ever heard of it?
My mom used to serve me pastina when I had a tummy ache as a child. Not only do I find this tiny, buttered pasta delicious, but it comforts my soul.
Do you have a food from you childhood that comforts your soul when you’re sick?