So on second look the next morning, my car, Violet, looked much worse than I first thought. I woke up with neck pain on both sides of my neck and a general achy feeling in my body, spine, and joints. Violet not only had scuffs and scratches, but a missing front license plate, a dislodged headlight, and a front panel that is hanging down on one side.
Driving by the scene of the accident, Mom thankfully spotted my license plate in the street. But this whole thing had still put me in quite a funk. Which lasted all day yesterday, through the night and into this morning. It was abated a bit by Mom making nachos– the first “real” nachos I’ve ever had– ie, made with real corn chips. They were incredible and the best I’ve ever had. With cheddar cheese and topped with kidney beans, this, and some “How I Met Your Mother” helped cheer me, at least for a bit.
But today the feeling just wouldn’t shake. So when I finally stopped whimpering and got out of bed (for the second time), I decided to make some food so I could take some Advil. This turned into tomato soup doctored up with garlic powder and chopped potato with a roll on the side. So tasty! But I wasn’t done yet.
Last week, I’d found a recipe for Cheddar Broccoli Corn Bake. I was actually on my way to pick up more broccoli when my car got hit. So I decided to make this today.
And, for dessert, Blueberry Shortcake (more about where this recipe came from soon– although you can follow the link for the recipe that inspired it– Mom and I are both allergic to Strawberries, so I substituted).
The results were yummy. And, somewhere between the cooking, baking, and eating, my sadness was transformed into calm again. Not unlike how the cheese, milk, butter, and flour transformed into a delicious cheese sauce.