Pandemic life has been both monotonous and circular. Obviously, we haven't stopped eating, but sometimes I go periods of time without thinking about what we're eating. It's food auto pilot. By default, I buy the same things at the store, and by default, make the same things for meals. Summer produce has helped to liven up mealtimes. Everything tastes better with local corn on the cob, or a beautiful, ripe tomato. But still, the same foods parade around us, week by week, creating a kind of record of this time. This is my little book, Pandemic Food. The writing is in the little pocket, between the sushi and the tomatoes.
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