When the water boiled, I peered at the soup. When the ice chunk just disappeared, I dumped the noodles into the boiling water. I then dumped the lettuce, half the scallions and the thicker slices of filet I didn't think would cook just by having boiling hot soup poured over them. When the noodles were done, two minutes, tops, I pulled them into two huge soup bowls, topped them with the shaved beef and the reserved scallion slices, and then waited until the soup was bubbling hot.
I ladelled the soup on top of the raw meat, instantly cooking it, and there was plenty of soup to cover everything thoroughly. John and I ate. My head cleared up. My sinuses felt better, and I was totally warm by the time I was finished. Sometimes there is just nothing better than hot noodles in soup.
Jet is getting much better. He's kind of puzzled by our behavior, though, all the sneezing and lethargy is very new for him to see in us. It's kind of funny to catch him staring at me while I'm collapsed in the couch. It's much easier taking care of a happy baby when I'm sick. Whew.
