VINTAGE VITTLES
My kingdom for a kebab, a dollar slice, even a mediocre eggs benny – so long as I don’t have to make it myself. In the first few weeks of indefinite pandemic limbo, fresh-baked bread and elaborate, multi-part feasts flooded my social media feeds. It didn’t matter whether you were a seasoned home chef or a total novice – thrift and adaptability supplanted our pre-Covid #lifegoals, with aspirational sourdough starters and photo-ready pickle jars serving as grown-up merit badges. But this honeymoon period couldn’t last – as the weeks stretched on, trading recipes and sharing successes on the ’gram devolved into an endless pile of dirty dishes and panic-inducing trips to the local grocer.
Can you forgive me for keeping my own boastful posts to a minimum? Where once I felt the pride of a job well done,
