When Comfort Comes from Pie

Sometimes life goes along fine, and then it just don't. I've been sick for about 2 weeks now. I went to the doctor just to be told I have a cold, "go home, drink lots of water, you'll feel better in (get this) 6-8 weeks". Yay!!! Such hope he gives. I guess this coughing thing doesn't let up like it used to.

During this sick time, I lost my camera. This shouldn't be a big deal, but somehow I feel lost without it. I haven't had much energy to really hunt for it, but it's not where it should be. I even had a dream last night about it being in some obscure place. I was on a lot of codeine at the time so I can't remember this morning where I should be looking. I'll never make a good druggie!

And then Brandon is away at 6th grade camp. He'll be gone all week. No letters, no phone calls. One mom warned me that things would just feel a little off. And they do. I keep looking to count him in on everything (like setting the table, scripture study time, etc). I think of all kinds of things I want to tell him. Things he'd really laugh at (like the cat bringing home a lizard and a bird). What kind of mess will I be when he's gone on a mission??? Eeks! Poor kid will never be allowed out of the house again after this week. Ha! (ok, it's not that bad).

Yesterday was the first day I've felt a little bit better. I decided I needed a comfort dinner, and dang it, no one in my family was cooking so I had to do it myself. I've always heard of people making shepherd's pie, and theoretically it seems like something I would like. I've only eaten one and it was very tomato-y, and very icky! I tried this one from foodnetwork:


The family all agreed it was a winner (hint: I did add a little more Worcestershire sauce and a bit more of tomato paste than the recipe called for) ... overall, it was really simple. I also made the homemade whole-wheat biscuits that were part of this episode. Very yummy night. Not sure how many points, but I only ate a "jon-jon" sized portion, so I should be good.