Yep, you read this right. You see, I have a bad cold. I feel like curling in bed all day long but I can’t because of my various responsibilities. Basically, you can’t take a break from being a mum. It is not nice to be in apnea most of the time. My nose seems to have a mind of its own and I feel bad because I probably have used half of the tissues of the whole planet.
To make matters even worse, when I am like this, I crave the food of my childhood: brandade de morue, aioli, bougnette (respectively local fish pie with garlic, garlic mayonnaise & local version of garlic bread). So I decided to act on my cravings and all my meals, for the last few days, have come with some form of garlic. My daughters were a bit surprised to see me cook and add garlic into virtually anything but I didn’t give them much choice.
Come on, what’s not to love about garlic? They say that you mustn’t eat any garlic if you want to be kissed but hey, now that I am dangerously nearing forty I don’t care any more.
My garlicky breath didn’t seem to deter the guy who followed me for a while after lunch to try to buy me a cup of coffee when I was in fact rushing to pick up my younger one from school between sneezes. In fact, eating as much garlic as I can seems to give me a certain glow, despite my runny nose. Don’t worry, dear readers, you won’t smell anything while reading my blog. You are totally safe. At least that’s what I am told.
I am honestly starting to feel better after a couple of days of my new diet. But that’s it, I am hooked. I think that I will continue to eat garlic for a while. Beware!
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London