Recently, my boyfriend and I fell sick. More accurately, he fell sick and dragged me down with him (I may or may not have gone willingly). So as we sat sniffling, and weakly hacking up phlegm (TMI?), I couldn’t help but crave a large dose of hearty beef stew. It’s just one of those things that you want when it’s too cold to go outside, and you’ve realized that that the only thing starving when you’re ‘starving the cold’, is yourself.