HUNGRY GERALD

BSK has had a very annoying head cold this last week. This is unusual. The love of HG’s life keeps healthy and if BSK has a bodily complaint BSK is discreet and doesn’t mention it. But, the head cold’s attendant coughs and sneezes betrayed BSK. Wonder Woman (BSK is that–and more) recalled a press junket in Brazil (Varig, the Brazilian national airline, was HG/BSK’s public relations client.) BSK was hit by a head cold, upset stomach and other unpleasant symptoms. Big time restaurant feast was scheduled at a lauded Rio De Janeiro restaurant. BSK confided with the restaurant”s warm and motherly woman owner. BSK didn’t think BSK could eat. “Don’t worry, child,” the woman said, “I will cure you.” The cure was a big bowl of hearty chicken soup. Magic. BSK gulped the soup, was cured and of good appetite. BSK remembered the soup (No, it wasn’t “Jewish Penicillin”. It was better. “Rio Penicillin.”)  Miraculous. So, last night  BSK cooked a pot of rich chicken soup enriched with carrots, onions and Ditalini (small tubular pasta shapes.) Lush dinner. BSK woke up this morning feeling much better. No, not totally cured but functional and in good spirits. “Mother” knows best.