It was my dessert.
And I could hardly distinguish the flavors.
Somebody brought me a cold germ. It's not bad, but it messed with my sense of taste (and really jammed up my nose, which is why it messed with my sense of taste).
I am a total stick-in-the-mud yokel when I get sick. I want chicken noodle soup.
And no, dear Cranky, you may not make it with the chicken and the noodles and... You make it with the can.
That is how I get well.
(Besides, Cranky was sick himself a couple of days ago, so how cook-ish would he be feeling?)
I will do my duty as a food blogger and tell you the new, improved "home style" in the red and white can is, indeed, improved. I liked it, even. Totally prefer it to the original, with noodles so strange they squeak on your teeth and taste of tin. Which is what I used to depend on to get well.
So I should be getting really well.
Funny, I just realized that today I dreamed up the best alternative use* for a product accidentally purchased by Cranky, probably because he had a cold.
He shoulda had the soup.
*Deets coming soon. I'm squirming with excitement, actually. See? I'm getting well.