It’s damp and chilly outside right now. And it’s supposed to stay that way for the rest of the week. Jay is sick, the bambino is still getting over his cold or whatever it is that’s going around. It seems like just about everyone is ill in some fashion or another.
And it seems like it’s been going on all winter. I assume that because it’s a small town, and my social circle is so much smaller than it was when I lived in Ohio, it seems like these sorts of things are magnified. It was easier to isolate myself in the big city. Of course, I also didn’t have a child back then, and as everyone knows, kids are germ-magnets.
In spite of the damp chill in the air, I made some coffee ice cream. The base is cooked because it contains eggs, which make it richer than a base of just half and half and heavy cream.
I am one of those oddballs who will eat ice cream year-round. I actually prefer it in winter, because of the richness and heaviness. In the summer, it’s almost too much. I’d rather have an iced coffee.
Maybe by the end of the week, everyone will be healthy again, which would be nice, as it’s supposed to warm up a bit.