In article >,
Terry Pulliam Burd > wrote:

> 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

Buttered toast in a shallow bowl. Pour hot milk over. Grind a little
black pepper. Eat. Feel better soon.

I don't think I've had that in almost 50 years!

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Dan Abel
Petaluma, California USA