This time last year I was in the hospital. I had chest pain late in the night. Christian and I ended up at Lowell General, then they transferred me to Tufts and then I was in the emergency room until 3am until going to the ICU. It was a fun night.
It was probably my shortest stint in the hospital (roughly 4 nights?) and since I was there 4 months prior I had the menu nearly memorized. I was so grossed out by everything and refused to eat another iceberg salad with two cherry tomatoes and one cucumber slice. I was determined to get creative.
I scoured the menu and noticed they had a side of cranberry sauce. Even though I knew it was likely the canned jelly cranberry sauce I was thrilled about this discovery. It sounded weirdly refreshing and I was so excited about it.
It took forever. Finally the kitchen staff came through with my tray. YES! Dinner and my cranberry sauce has arrived!!! I was starving.
I looked down to see this tiny packet of cranberry jelly. Yes, I still have the picture. I sat alone in my hospital bed and reacted like this. It was an emotion time and this just tipped me right over. I couldn't stop laughing I was so upset. Then I obsessed about it and got really angry. I expected at least a slice of canned cranberry jelly, not a little packet. WTF. It took me way too long to get over this.
Thankfully this year I'm home and I have a whole bunch of fresh cranberries to cook! I might actually watch The Money Pit too : )
