I’ve got a monster cold, the first in years. And the therapeutic effects of last night’s half bottle of wine had clearly worn off by the time I got up this morning.
The fever’s gone, but I remain fluish. So Sara fixed me a mug of hot lime juice with honey, and I chased that with my customary magic potion.
But things remained far from ideal, and the viruses probably reckoned they still had the upper hand. Until I had the following flash of inspiration.
“Where did you hear this is good for you?” Sara said.
“It just came to me,” I replied. “Like, out of nowhere. Amazing, no?”
And I chopped a number of garlic cloves, hot peppers, red onion, fresh coriander, collard greens and cracked black peppercorns and doused the lot of it with balsalmic vinegar and olive oil, cold-pressed virgin variety, eh? You could almost hear the viruses packing their bags.
“No,” Sara said, when I suggested she try some.
I ate the entire bowl anyway, and it tasted like shit. Next my head started to feel funny, as though my brain was trying to climb out and run away or something.
Here’s the thing, though. Not only am I pretty sure that this latest breakthrough has given me quite a boot along the road to recovery — and I swear this is true — I’ve just experienced something akin to what spiritual adepts come up with only after decades of meditation practice. It has left me all agape in wonder at the world.
“There’s smoke coming out your ears,” Sara says.
“Really,” I tell her. “You should try it.”
“No.”
If all else fails, there’s yet another recourse: Tequila Mockingbird or you ca go to San Pedro ceremony for spiritual healing.
Enlightenment
Looking forward to hearing if the remedy worked.
I’m alive, and better, so maybe it worked. Thanks for asking. Would I recommend it? It was certainly diverting (a function of how many chilies and how much garlic I included in the mix). Cheers