OOPS, I FELL OFF THE WAGON… I’m no longer making my own sourdough or kombucha, or even pickling stuff. And the picnics that were such a staple of my weekly social calendar have totally vanished. After two years of pandemic, I have a severe case of the CBFs: Can’t Be Fudged… (Or something like that.)
The prospect of picnicking again – all that lugging – fills me with so much I can’t even be bothered to look