Okay maybe I’m exaggerating, but Mushu’s first line in Mulan was the first thing that popped in my head when I thought of what title to give this post. I did not feel like dying, but these last week, right after arriving in Spain from a week-long roadtrip, felt like hell. I caught flu and my husband is unable to handle our two-year-old. The young boy refused to accept that I’m sick and kept screaming “mama” whenever he saw that his father was there to do things I usually help him with, like bath and brushing his teeth.
I’m better now, but sadly, my son comes next, which is heart-wrenching. Worse of all the neighbor has been arguing for hours and makes my head spin with their screaming. Thankfully, this new recipe I found and tweaked to my personal preference taste magical. Both father and son gobbled it up and ask for seconds.
So if I don’t post in a while after this one, I’m still alive. I’m just too exhausted with everything else to blog. Please help me pray for our complete recovery soon. Thank you ^.^
…… Note on the recipe: I read someone comment that ginger was too much. But I actually put double that the reciped required same with the garlic. But then again I followed the ‘metric version’. I also used chicken wings and cooked it the broth. Let it simmer 15min before all the other ingredients and let it be in the soup until its done.