Comfort food

A few weeks ago I felt compelled to make homemade comfort food for Husband because a lengthy business trip was imminent. Then Amigo got sick, and I kept cooking comfort foods with the intent of helping his weakened body heal. Next, Husband came down with the virus, which turned into bronchitis. With the help of antibiotics and an inhaler, he's improving, and now my throat is sore.
My repertoire isn't that fancy. I'd just as soon pack a frozen meal for lunch as make a sandwich. But it's become a point of pride that I can and do actively pack a lunch most days, and actually cook an evening meal without resorting to frozen pizza too often. (Notice I didn't say never?) In the past few weeks, I've made tuna casserole, rotisserie chicken, followed by chicken dumpling soup, meatloaf, and more. I baked, too: hootycreek cookies, beer bread, and then lemon bars.
Last night I got lazy (or more accurately, started feeling under the weather) and made brats and baked beans. Husband wasn't feeling up to cooking, and I wasn't feeling much more energy than he had.
Maybe I should quickly make some chicken soup and freeze it. I'm not sure anyone else will be around to cook for me in the next few days. Campbell's chicken noodle is okay, but it's not the same as my homemade.
Better yet, maybe I'll get over this lousy virus quickly and be ready to cook again.

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