Ike has recovered but now we are sick. How sick? Well, here's a story.
I was cooking him some chicken soup (because it is his favorite thing in the world and he will eat bowl after bowl) and I was cutting up the chicken. Like probably 95% of Americans, I will throw away the giblet pack. But yesterday, my body thought, "hmmm. Maybe if I eat those, I will get the strength of a chicken!" I cooked 'em up in some olive oil with salt & pepper and ate them with crackers & hummus. Heart, kidneys, liver, gizzard.
Today, I do feel a little stronger.
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