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Humans of Greater Cincinnati Post: An open refrigerator full of food.
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What needs to be put on the shopping list? What is for lunch? When do I need to start cooking dinner? In the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, the questions were scarier than these. What will be in stock at the grocery store? What about the meat shortage? What happens if I get sick and I can’t shop or cook? Scary emotions rose to the surface, too: resentment that the meal planning, shopping, and cooking falls to me, even though I don’t want my husband to do any of those things; guilt that we have so much during this time while so many people don’t have the abundance that we have. My kitchen is also a space of creativity and joy: I repainted and reorganized everything this summer; I baked; I experimented. Some days my quarantine seems to reduce, at a basic level, to one room: my kitchen. #JourneyTo51±¬ÁÏÏÂÔØ2020
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