The majority of our preparations for this...waves in the general direction of the entire goddamn country...were definitely mostly food related.
It's now Day Three and we have eaten exactly zero cans of beans or tuna, but OH MY GOD WE WERE NOT PREPARED FOR THE TOGETHERNESS. THE BRUTAL, TERRIBLE TOGETHERNESS.
(Oh, all the wine hanging from that pretty dangling wine rack? Empty. Like my soul.)
All bars, restaurants, movie theaters and gyms were officially ordered to close by 5 p.m. on Monday. Social gatherings were slashed down to no more than 10 people. And while I'm certainly not mourning the loss of a gym I never planned to go to in the first place, the announcement added to the overall oppressive, claustrophobic mood of this whole thing.
We already knew we weren't going to see The Band's Visit this week, we assumed we missed our chance to take the kids to see Onward in the movie theater, but for some reason knowing that nope, can't even sit socially distanced from people to enjoy a nice cocktail or take Ike out for ribs or even grab a damn burrito at lunch and eat it somewhere that's not my house for the foreseeable future is really bumming us out. I know it's for the best and the safety of everybody but damn. Delivery and carry-out don't quite have the same mental break and refresh powers, you know?
Meanwhile, our dogs are eating Jake's leftover canned food because we neglected to make those preparations until it was entirely too late, the store shelves were empty, and Amazon was charging $61 plus shipping for a $30 bag of food.
(I found and ordered their food on Chewy, and every day since have received increasingly stressed and apologetic emails about why it's not here yet. It finally shipped this morning.)
I'm sure the dogs don't mind at all -- OH BEHOLD WHAT A GLORIOUS, FOUL-SMELLING GELATINOUS FEAST! -- but the kids all despise dealing with the canned food and we're sort of drowning in recyclables right now so I keep finding the empty cans dragged randomly around the house, or stuck on Rey's beautiful dumb head.
We do have plenty of cat litter, at least, so maybe I should warn the kids to properly ration our limited supply of toilet paper or else get used to crapping in a box.
We have 1/4 of a chocolate cake, three blueberry muffins and six granola bars* to go before I can stress-bake something else. I just don't know what to do with myself in the meantime.
(I realized after reading the comments that I missed a few recipe links on Monday. The cake recipe isn't online but is from Odette Williams' Simple Cake. The toaster pastries are like, a Whole Thing that require an entire post to explain. The granola bars are based on this recipe from Inspired Taste. I omit the almonds and dried fruit [nut-free for school and fruit-free for my picky children] and add about 1/2 cup of Cheerios, slightly crushed up with the bottom of a measuring cup. Pretty idiot-proof otherwise.)
(Except one time I tried to double the recipe and used a single 8 x 12 pan instead of two 8 x 8s and Rice Krispies instead of Cheerios. The texture came out all wrong and weird and the whole double batch was universally rejected. So. Idiot-proof unless you're this particular idiot.)