On Sat 22 Nov 2008 08:32:01p, Terry Pulliam Burd told us...

> On Fri, 21 Nov 2008 10:30:00 -0600, Lou Decruss >
> fired up random neurons and synapses to opine:
>
>>That's about what we did as kids. Luckily now I can choose what I
>>eat. <G> 5-6 years ago I was sick as a dog but had to finish up a job
>>so I could collect my money. I hadn't eaten much in two days and was
>>hungry for some comfort food like what my mom gave me as a kid. So I
>>stopped on the way home and bought a loaf of wonder bread and a box of
>>Cream of Wheat. Even as sick and hungry as I was it was horrible.
>>But I did get some food in me to hold me over till I slept 12 hours
>>and could make a good meal.
>
> My mother fed sick kids "milk toast," which was toasted white bread
> that was then buttered, sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon and had warm
> milk poured over it. To this day, when I'm sick, I want milk toast. Or
> brandy. Depends on the degree of sickness :-D

My mother did the same, Terry, but every time I ate it I puked. You’d
think she’d have caught on. The very thought of drinking warm or hot milk,
let alone poured over toast makes hot water come up in my mouth. UGH!


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