Summer vacation is just around the corner for us. Our house is abuzz with the usual end-of-school parties, projects and field trips. And I go an get sick in the heart of the storm. Yes, timing is everything and I caught a doozy of a cold last week, which laid me up IN BED for FOUR DAYS. It wasn’t the flu or a stomach bug, but a nasty head cold which left me dizzy and knocked out of service. The hubby reluctantly took over some of the necessary mom-duties and my parents helped with carpool and the dishes. Today was the first day I was able to sit behind the computer in almost a week. Confession: I did stay plugged in with my iPad in bed, during my marathon of BBC mysteries on Netflix.
My husband is not the best when it comes to these type of situations. He does get the job done, but certainly not with the same finesse or flair as I do. He’s Dad, and Dad has his own way of getting the kids fed, dressed and ready to bed. It typically involves extra family members and threats like, “Don’t make me repeat myself…” After a few hours, he would check on my progress and tell me that my being sick is not acceptable and I need to get better by tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and I was NOT better, but we did make some progress: My daughter got sick. She was thrilled. She’s my happy patient and was enjoying sleeping in Mommy’s bed, hacking and coughing with Mommy and watching annoying cartoons on Netflix. I sent her downstairs, as my head could not take another episode of “Dinosaur Train” or “The Pound Puppies.” Hubby thanked me. It was now Saturday and he was working on the computer and he had to listen to those annoying shows instead.
As of today, I still only have 80% of my hearing back. I think my allergies are equally aggravated as I have used up enough tissues to fill up a garbage bag. Everyone returned to school Monday, but my dad reported that my mom woke up sick with a bad cold. Ugh. I blame the dirty dishes.
During this week of chaos and mayhem, I lay in bed, tweeted, instagramed and solved mystery after mystery. My mind would wander to the poor blog and ebook and these adorable Zululand Queen Baby Pineapples that Frieda’s Produce sent me. They were calling for me from the fridge. I had instructed the family that they were NOT to touch them, think about them or even breathe on them until I worked out a recipe. I had all my ingredients lined up and purchased. And then I got sick.
While I was sick, my husband reminded me about the pineapples. So after a nap, I shuffled downstairs and prepared my Pineapple Caprese Salad (click here for the full recipe). They were juicy and sweet and the core is totally edible. With watery eyes, I shot my pictures quickly, praying they were in focus. I placed the plate on the countertop, hoping my husband would see them and eat them as I crawled back to bed. I forgot all about them until this morning when he said, “Oh that thing you made was really good!”
Huh? Oh yeah, the pineapple caprese salad! I had drizzled it with some heavenly extra virgin olive oil that Mary gave me, as well as some cherry balsamic vinegar. In all of my haze, I had forgotten all about them. It’s perfect for summer snacks while lounging poolside.
Wish I took more pictures of it, but well, you know.