Tom Holland and Jake Gyllenhaal might be able to put a shirt on while doing a handstand, but I’m eating Doritos, so I win.
I destroyed my right ankle this afternoon. A word of advice: don’t destroy any part of your body during a pandemic.
However! Before that incident, I made fridge pickles. Carrots, celery, onions, a clove of garlic, and a mixture of white and balsamic vinegar with sugar. Can’t wait to try them tomorrow.
I also dug out my pickling equipment. If all goes well, I’ll have some sauerkraut fermenting by tomorrow evening (provided I can walk).
Next up: home made yeast cinnamon rolls.
Our veggie garden continues to develop. Onions, broccoli, kale, radishes, and carrots all doing well, plus some re-sprouted heads of romaine.
It feels good–appropriate?–to be growing a garden and pickling things during a time of uncertainty. It’s a slow process that requires a bit of attention and a lot of care, and it ultimately sustains us. Seems like a good combination of factors right now.
Fridge pickles cooking in an ice bath.
We’ve been avoiding ordering take-out since day one of quarantine. Even though we were exhausted today, I still advocated against it.
Sure, everything shows that this virus isn’t food-borne. You still have to wipe down containers, etc., to make sure you’re safe, which is burdensome. But it sounds pretty safe?
Honestly, it seems overly risky just to get an easy meal. I’d rather raid the freezer, which is what we did tonight.
GodDAMN I want some barbecue, though.
The flipside is considering what the workers have to go through. They show up, they prep food, they work in close quarters with other people, and they have no choice about working because CAPITALISM.
I don’t want to order food prepped by someone who’s working just to avoid missing rent–no one should be in that position. Our government should be covering the payrolls of businesses that are struggling because of the virus. That’s what some other countries are doing. Why can’t we do that, too?
At the same time, should I leave those people stranded? They need hours and tips, too.
I’m extremely conflicted about this.
[timer alarm goes off]
Me: HEY SIRI, SHUT UP.
[timer alarm stops]
Me: Well, I feel like an asshole now.
A friend of mine is spending his Saturday scouring eBay for face masks and reporting them for price gouging.
Dude’s a hero.
I’m wondering how I could automate such a thing.
Not gonna lie: I’d commit a felony to get some good boneless wings right about now.
Here’s a stupid thing:
At my local Buffalo Wild Wings, I was given the nickname The Scorpion King because I repeatedly came in and ordered their scorpion pepper wings and ate them without issue.
I miss Buffalo Wild Wings.
A lot of people have been referencing the song Life During Wartime by The Talking Heads with regard to the current crisis. I suspect this has something to do with the idiot in the White House referring to himself as a “wartime president.” Whatever.
That song is not the right song from their oeuvre. The song you’re looking for is Nothing But Flowers.
It was a response to Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi, where she famously complained: “they paved paradise, put up a parking lot.” While I don’t care for the overt stance against a return to nature, the song definitely strikes a lot of chords given the current situation.
Once there were parking lots
Now it’s a peaceful oasis
This was a Pizza Hut
Now it’s all covered with daisies
I miss the honky tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
This was a discount store,
Now it’s turned into a cornfield
Don’t leave me stranded here
I can’t get used to this lifestyle
We’re out of mac and cheese. My youngest loves mac and cheese.