Meet my new best friend: 36 hour bone broth.
Ready or not; here comes influenza. According to the Center for Disease Control, influenza is–despite our tropical temps–making its way west.
After the traumatic months of ill health my family endured last winter, I am determined to everything in my power to shield us from the effects of all the nasty bugs that surround us in 2014. Will we still get sick? Yeah, prolly. But hopefully not as sick and not for as long. Perfection is not my goal. Improvement. THAT’S what I’m shooting for!
So, several life circumstances over the past year have prompted me to take a look at more ancient, homeopathic prevention/cure methods of avoiding or at least mellowing the effects of the creepy crawlies.
Enter: BONE BROTH. I’ve always made it, but this year my technique got turned up big time. 36 hours in the crock pot, my bones sit with purified water, onion, garlic, celery, salt, pepper and a dash of cider vinegar. When done, the gelatinous rich broth (it liquifies when heated) is filled with protein, minerals and lots of disease fighting power. Seriously. If you don’t believe my source, above, just google “benefits of bone broth.”
A pungent simmering of fresh garlic, ginger, onion, radish in a good bone broth is a very soothing and helpful remedy to a cough/cold/chest congestion. I’ve tried it. It really does help. But you gotta use a good homemade bone broth. The sterile rectangular boxes above the cans of soup on the market shelves are not even close. Sorry…
Besides my brothy friend, I’m making a big batch of elder berry syrup this weekend. Friends have requested–lemme know before I buy honey on Saturday if you’d like more too–and, like I said, I’m revving up, baby!
The final arrow in my quiver-arsenal: saying “no.” Yes. I mean no. I mean I’m saying no this season. I pride myself on my commitment to follow through on my commitments. You can count on me! Yesiree! And while I don’t want to ruin my illustrious reputation, I have decided, this season, to not let obligations dictate my actions over the health of my family–including my health. Last year I contracted pneumonia. PNEUMONIA because I stubbornly refused to let a little (big) illness get in the way of my life. Like a ridiculous Nyquil commercial, I wasn’t going to let the flu stop me in my tracks!
Yeah. So instead pneumonia brought me to my knees. Lesson learned. Check. (Who comes up with these slogans anyway? No wonder all these illnesses keep getting spread around!)
This season, if illness breaks through my bone-broth-healthy-eating-exercising-elder-berry defenses I will not be a silly ding dong and just keep trudging along. I will say “no” if I have to and feel OK about it. In fact, I might even feel pretty great.