No matter how old our children are, they are still our "babies." When our "babies" are ill, we feel ill. When they hurt, we hurt. When they...well, you get the picture. Our older daughter, Alyssa, recently staggered out of her room, pale and burning with a fever of 102 degrees. What does a mother do? Go into full blown "mother" mode of course! Dah! After placing (I am certain Alyssa would say "shoving") the thermometer into her mouth, I reacted calmly (Alyssa would not agree) and promptly cancelled all plans for the day. I tucked her into a comfy chair, pillowed her up and proceeded to fuss over her. There is not a person a live who doesn't wish for their mother to "fuss" over them when they are ill. I brought fresh, cool water and fever medicine. I searched my brain for something pleasant to eat. My brain settled on Momma Toast. Momma Toast is simply, perfectly toasted toast (not too crispy or brown), slathered in butter and cut into bite-sized pieces the sickie gets to eat with a fork. The fork makes it taste magically delicious and special. The fork is the vehicle for the mother-love that goes into each morsel. Momma Toast tastes of childhood and fussing and love. Offer a piece or two up to your baby the next time they are ill or need cheering up. Perhaps add cinnamon and sugar if the need is particularly great. Hugs are NOT optional!
Avid home cook and passionate instructor