Tossing the Ole Cookies

I'm sick! My stomach is cramping, my body aches, I want to toss my cookies and toss the milk toast. Nicolas just called from school and he's not feeling well. It's the Attack of the Flu Bug!!! I've even thrown open all the windows downstairs to allow cool air in and flu out. Don't worry Tabb. I turned off the furnace!

Milk Toast and a Scary Photo

When I was little, my mom made milk toast whenever we were sick. It was a sure-fire cure to get you back on your feet!! Why??? Because it was disgusting! You'd rather pretend to be well than eat it. However, my mom always said it would cure "what ails you." So....some 40 years later....I made the call to my Mom that I thought I would never, ever make.....I called and asked for Milk Toast!!! I must really be sick.

Milk toast is a breakfast food consisting of toasted bread and sugar dipped in or covered in hot milk into which a small amount of butter has been melted. Cinnamon and raisins may be added. Milk toast was a popular food throughout the late 19th century and early 20th century, especially for young children and for the ailing, for whom the food was thought to be soothing and easy to digest. Although not as popular today, milk toast is still considered a comfort food.

Milk toast's soft blandness inspired the timid and ineffectual comic strip character Caspar Milquetoast, drawn by Harold Webster from 1924 to 1952. The term "milquetoast" has since adopted a new meaning: a timid, shrinking, apologetic person.

I Needed to Read this Quote

"No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven"--Orson F. Whitney, in Kimball, Faith Precedes the Miracle, 98

Oh Daniel.....

Men and their machines! Daniel just had to ride a scooter through the neighborhood without a helmet, without shoes, and well...without thinking (I love you son). So...he ended up in the emergency room with a concussion, road burns everywhere and thankfully, no broken bones. We're all grateful that he's ok...and yes...the scooter faired better than he did!