Because those pesky neighbors have COVID and aren’t feeling great, I made dinner for them last night. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and mac & cheese. Now what? Mom struggles with gout — Carl has to watch his sugar. No beef or pork for a few days for her — no potatoes or pasta for him. Good grief!
Google doesn’t know what to feed them either!
I googled “gout recipes” and they were all pretty high in starch/sugar. I googled “diabetic recipes” and they weren’t gout friendly. When you can’t have meat and potatoes… or yummy pasta with garlic bread… you’re left with eggs and chicken.
At least the view out my kitchen window isn’t too shabby. 🙂
The Paxlovid seems to be working.
Both the pesky neighbors seem to be doing a bit better. Mom has a metallic taste from the antiviral treatment but Carl doesn’t. Neither have lost sense of smell or taste. I’m feeling a bit more positive regarding their recovery — just not my position as chef.
I’m going to fall back on Colette’s line:
You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.
Now you know: Real doctors from USC Medical Center were recruited to play the doctors who try to save E.T. because Spielberg felt that actors talking about technical medical matters didn’t seem natural.