Food for a sickie

Since yesterday, I've been queasy and had no appetite. Way to start a food blog.

The strange concoction I made that was the first thing I ate in 24 hours was this: Spaghetti with fresh mozzarella, a drizzle of olive oil, and a few red pepper flakes. I have no idea why that would be something I would crave on top of a nauseated stomach, but there it was. Who am I to question what my body thinks it wants? Perhaps mozzarella has healing properties. It certainly wouldn't surprise me if it did. And make no mistake, this was superior mozzarella, from the Bronx. Where, you know, they make stuff like that.