And no thanks to this fabulous "winter" we've been having in Virginia, he is now sick for the second time since New Year's with what I suspect is a sinus infection and guess what? I'm pretty sure he is going to "stick it out." Which really means, he is going to keep us both miserable until he feels better.
Last night, I fed him sweet potato casserole with a nut crust, sauteed kale with garlic, and "meatballs" in a vegan gravy with mushrooms and onions.
Tonight? I am bringing out the big guns.
It's Mardi Gras...and although we are not French, French-Indian, or otherwise have any ties to Fat Tuesday ala Lousiana {hell, in 6th grade I thought "Marty Graw" was a dude} I am going to make him a steak.
A steak. Yes, I can still cook meat although I don't eat it. And mashed potatoes. And peas. And gravy.
He may be sick, but I will hear nothing about how I don't feed the man.
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