“Wait. You cook, like, something different every day?” she said from across the table with just a trace of horror in her eyes.

When I moved out of my parents’ house at the age of 19, my mom handed me her copy of The I Hate To Cook Book by Peg Bracken and wished me good luck.

Yep, I’m going there. I’ve been wanting to write about “The Pandemic” since, well, 2020.

Damn. It’s been a minute, huh? I’m pretty sure my last blog post was about 1,000,000 years ago.