Dear Feastlings, It will have been eighteen months to the day this Friday, eighteen months since we were told that at 8 pm, we’d shut our doors for an indeterminate period of time. We could serve food to go- we were regarded as an essential service- but there was no Paycheck Protection Program or Restaurant […]
See you on the radio. Sort of.
Give me a little slice of that shutdown, please.
Or maybe that’s just work, and home is where there’s no connectivity whatsoever. That sounds really good.
If this one isn’t better, I’m liable to give up.
Two more hours to sleep.
PLUS, you don’t have to drive for two hours each way.
Don’t worry, it won’t be long before we tell you about more stuff.
How many pans can you handle at once?
Come on, Universe. Keep it tolerable.