Well, technically, we’re not contagious anymore.
So we went on a date night that I’d booked before we got sick. We just promised each other we’d stay upright for the whole thing. Life goes on even when you feel like garbage.
We took a cooking class and made shrimp, bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, flatbread pizzas and cheese boards with cranberry chutney and candied pecans. I still couldn’t really smell or taste anything.
We stayed upright. But barely.
I hope years from now I don’t remember that this was the date where we did a cooking class even though we both were feeling crappy. I hope I just remember the taste of Cranberry Chutney, the flower shop next door lit up with poinsettias, the book shop across the street twinkling with Christmas lights through the large kitchen windows.
