The other day I heated up a stale tortilla wrap on the frying pan, smeared it with PB from the back of the fridge, crushed a spotty banana into the whole thing, folded it, and ate it. Yesterday I made tuna salad, after many years of not eating canned tuna. It was GOOD. Why had I waited so long? (I’m sure Piper also wondered, because she loooooves tuna fish!)
Are you cooking more from your panty? Seeing leftovers in a whole new light? Growing green onions on your window sill? I wonder how the coronavirus pandemic is going to change people’s kitchen skills and perception of waste?
p.s. I am happy to report that my morning routine was mostly restored today, minus the mini-meditation. I’m calling that a win.

