As soon as the weather gets bad, or there’s a spike in the corona, i get on the internet and order food.  Even as I’m clicking items on supersol or tivtam or any of the supermarkets, I think of Estella Costanza’s famous line: “What am I supposed to do with all that Paella?” 

on saturday we had a ton of cholent – why?  because it was raining.  Children couldn’t come over because we don’t have a balcony, so we went to one bunch of kids and they kept the windows open for us.  My nascent cold got much worse as a result, and it’s wednesday and we’re still eating the leftovers of cholent.

People tell me I reflect the second generation syndrome, but basically I’m first generation, since the reason I don’t have older sisters is that my mother aborted herself twice while fleeing the Nazis.  Nevertheless I don’t remember my mother wasting food the way i do.  It’s my little way of controlling an uncontrolable situation.