Saturday, March 21, 2009


Whenever I get sick — Thursday, with a sinus infection that had me shaking beneath covers — my wife feeds me ginger. That night, she brewed up a delicious carrot puree soup studded with ginger, bacon and cilantro. When a sinus attack hit me in France, she made me slice up some garlic (the hard, juicy rose du Tarn garlic) and ginger, bring the batch to simmer in a sauce pan, and stick my face over it to suck up the fumes.

There’s something soothing in ginger, despite the odd knob look of it. Garlic, too. When I’m sick, I like getting back to my roots.

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