Feed a cold

So my birthday started well; but it ended in disaster - that cold I thought I was brewing? It exploded into action about an hour after I posted yesterday and I spent the rest of the day feeling like I was going to die.
I ended up spending my birthday night asleep; crashed about 8 and woke for half an hour at 11, then crashed again. Fun.

Somewhere in a lucid moment I did at least manage to do some cooking; my Mum raised me with the saying 'Feed a cold, starve a fever' (is that a real saying or just one she made up?) so whenever I get a cold I feel the need to stuff myself silly. Enter my bleary-eyed creation: spaghetti with bajan seasoning, olive puree, spinach and black beans:

The bajan seasoning was home made and contained enough garlic to kill a whole room of vampires; I ate it, then passed out for rather a lot of hours, and woke up this morning feeling a lot less diseased. Guess Mum had a point, eh?