ex libris, et cetera

Whenever I have even a hint of a cold, I suddenly become the healthiest version of myself. Approximately 75% of the time, I can be counted on to eat and drink things that are relatively healthy for me, with the remaining 25% going toward eating Juanitas tortilla chips all day, every day, and drinking cheap wine. When I get the sniffles though, all I can think about when I look at food is “how are you going to cure me? In no way at all? OUT OF MY KITCHEN.” And then I start trolling the Interwebz for “home remedies” for colds. This inevitably leads me to recipes for “clean” things. I generally despise that kind of disordered eating language, but remember, I have the sniffles, so anything goes.

This is all to explain why on earth I am drinking hot water with a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar and a pinch of cinnamon stirred in. I was promised antioxidants, but all I taste is sadness.