This weekend we had two friends in town, they’re COVID nomads and for seven months have been hunkering down with family in near isolation. They’re giving up on Washington for a while, and making a go of life in Richmond instead. But they came to visit for a few days, and it was wonderful. Sarah…
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Do you have things that you know you shouldn’t need a recipe for, but every time you start to make it, you look up the recipe? Like “perfect egg” or “effortless baked potato?” I know I do. Is Google the reason my brain just refuses to keep this sort of information at the forefront anymore? This…
Everyone keeps using the phrase, “The new normal.” Or talking about how they’re trying to “find some normalcy” with a routine or by putting on pants or whatever it is people are doing to try to just “feel normal.” I’m embracing the fact that this is not normal. Nothing about our current situation is normal.…
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For 17 days, Professor Cappie has made a daily alphabet video. She started with “A” in response to my best friend’s decision that quarantine was a great time to teach her not-quite-two-year-old the alphabet (he already can count to 10; he’s a prodigy, basically). To remind you all, Cappie is my dog. The premise is…
I miss everything these days. I mean that in both senses of the word — I miss things like sitting outside at bars, restaurant French Fries, having friends over for dinner, shaking hands, running on a trail and saying, “behind you” without having to apologize for daring to exist within six feet of someone else,…
It’s only been 18 days since I landed at Reagan National after a business trip to North Carolina. Only 18 days since I last chatted with the bartender at Chalice Cafe and looked at photos from my seat neighbor’s fishing trip out west. Only 18 days since I took a taxi to check out our…
I have always looked at French Toast on restaurant menus with disdain, snubbing my nose at people who order it for brunch because, come on, anyone can make French Toast at home. Why would you order it at a restaurant? Alas, I have been sort of lying in my snobbishness. Because for most of my…
The Outraged Eater 