The Bees Have ItThere was the possibility that I was coming down with something (this is, sadly, still something of a possibility). It is the season for it; I am not looking forward to the idea at all, especially now that I will, in the main, have to fend for myself should such befall me. When getting home, I felt quite poorly, but it may have simply been the cold: some blankets and one useful cold weather trick have improved things.
That trick is this: hot water in a mug with a bit of honey in. I've found that caffeine doesn't help, and more often than not I want to avoid the astringency of tea. Water itself does it: the mug is warm, the liquid is hot, the stream rises. The honey lends some body and sweetness and notes to the steam (don't use too much!). This stunt works extra nicely with thyme honey, but most any honey will do.
I should make some soup.
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