I feel like maybe I've run the sympathy well dry over here with all that ails me. I've tried to limit my complaining, but seriously. This was a nasty bug. Perhaps if I had just settled into the fact that I had a nasty bug, tucked myself into bed for a few days, and gotten over myself things would be different. But instead I worked most of yesterday and thirteen hours straight today, all on about three bites of food since Monday night. Which is where I will say that those were the three best bites I've had in days. You can take that as a good recommendation or not, but if it leads you to this cake that's a good thing.
Peach cake, from the latest Cooks Illustrated, and topped with homemade vanilla ice cream (that I didn't try, but heard was good.) That makes the recipes tried from this issue 3 for 3 - the lighter corn chowder was so good we've already made it twice. And in the summer, of all things. It's that good. Sorry - I lost focus.
Peach cake. I made this Monday evening a good eight hours before I fell ill, so I'm pretty sure it's not toxic. I'm super crazy clean lady when I cook for others anyway, but I will say that it felt a little strange to show up to work so sick and carrying a cake. It was for a sixtieth birthday, a celebration that I didn't even stick around to celebrate, but I finally managed to try a few bites of it this afternoon, and it was delicious. I'll try to post the recipe soon (once I'm off my deathbed) - it's not difficult, but has some interesting twists to boost the flavor of the peaches and keep them from becoming a soggy mess. They worked.
I'm hoping to resume eating again tomorrow, but I'm afraid the leftovers will soon be gone. Which is okay really, because I know someone else who's turning sixty in a few days...