Even though the malls are open again, that doesn't really mean everything is back to normal.
Over the past three months, all this confinement has led to lots of baking. Baking means cookies (in this house, anyhow). We’re all trying hard to make sure that COVID-19 isn’t like the “freshman 15.”
After years of neglect, it was time to clean up the basement workshop. This is going to be more than a one-day project… but Phase I (culling and tidying) makes the most visual impact in the least amount of time.
Monday afternoon in the suburbs, Coronavirus edition. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful blue skies and relative warmth (13°C, but windy!!) and go out for a little bike ride to get some fresh air and clear my mind.
This is a bit of what I saw.
Despite not having any Italian DNA, I think I must be Italian, deep down. If I was condemned to choose to eat one country’s cuisine for all eternity, it would be Italy’s.
Conference calls + camera in hand = this