My first thoughts when the lockdown was announced were; what am I going to cook? Do I have enough food supplies? Do we have enough freezer space?

As it turns out, only the 1st thought/question had a positive answer- I could cook anything I wanted. I didn’t want to make anything complicated, or have a menu heavy on the things that I wanted to cut down on like fats and salt. The thing is, you can never have enough food supplies and because I actually shop everyday, I couldn’t really stretch my foresight far enough; lists just don’t work. I was at the supermarket today and while everything was calm, I was in such a state that I couldn’t focus.

Shall I get squash? (pureed, roasted); almonds maybe (I’ve always wanted to try making almond butter); floury potatoes or all-rounders? Shall we do lamb, or wait when its closer to Easter? Should I get bone broth? Do I need dashi? Do they have fresh sage? Salmon fillets seem cheaper.

So no, there’s no such thing as enough food supplies and we actually need a freezer because even with two refrigerators, the space isn’t enough. We were organising to buy a freezer but didn’t get to in time when alert level 4 was announced to happen on Monday.

I don’t think I’ll survive a pandemic where the comforts we are fortunate to have would not be available. Doyet injured herself today making ‘ukoy’ for chrissakes 😅. That’s just us- we live to eat. Take the food away and I’ll just go to the nearest river to end everything.

Without the comfort of food, life is fucking pointless.