I wasn’t too far from reaching the finish line of the end of the flu season. I was doing rather well, keeping a steady pace ahead of the flu as it made it’s way infecting others around me. Then it happened, what I thought was a slight cold was actually the flu starting to gain on me. We were neck an neck, but the virus was much better at this race than I was. I had lost. Losers receive a consolation prize of fever, chills,sore throat, body aches, phlegm, and possibly the worst of all, suppressed appetite served with a side of blandness. Even the tastiest of food tastes like cardboard, and it would be days until I would regain a normal sense of taste.
Once the brunt of the bad stuff started to pass, my appetite was starting to make a comeback, but I wasn’t craving the food that I’m used to eating. I had the crave for something greasy and something alcoholic. It dawned on me that I always hunger for unhealthy food whenever I recover from the flu, and I was fine with that.
Last Friday, my buddies and I headed to a Korean restaurant for something delicious…and something unhealthy…with a bit of alcohol. Welcome back, taste buds.