Last night’s dinner was roasted salmon, steamed cabbage, and mac and cheese from a box with upgrades.
Greetings from House of Covid, wherein John tested positive two days ago, and I tested positive this morning. Doom is inevitable, the end is nigh, etc.
I was quite proud of the fact that I’ve been on dozens of different jobs since August 2020, working with literally hundreds of different people, and was still Covid-free, up until this point where the person I’m supposed to love and trust most in this life betrayed/infected me. I just sneezed directly on my keyboard.
Today has been rough, but last night I was still cognizant enough to throw a piece of salmon in the air fryer (Gina you need to know that size pepper grind was not intentional, doubtful you believe me), cut cabbage into wedges, and steam them in a skillet with an inch of water, covered with a lid.
John is very nostalgic about Annie’s mac and cheese - specifically the tiny shells with organic white cheddar. I grew up in a lower tax bracket, evidently, so I’m more nostalgic about Kraft - specifically the tiny tubes with neon orange cheddar.
Mac and cheese from a box can’t just be mac and cheese from a box, of course, so I added a few knobs of goat cheese, extra butter, lots of black pepper, grated parm, and garlic powder, which is an ingredient I used to be snobby about until I accepted the fact that it’s not a substitute for fresh garlic, but rather its own glorious…spice?
I ate this in bed, slurping up the cabbage leaves while continuing our marathon of BoJack Horseman.
John and I were supposed to go to Vegas this week for a big work conference, my birthday is on Saturday, my Thanksgiving plans to see family are still in a lurch, and Covid has rudely interfered with all of these things. If you read this and want to send me a text of pity, I will always accept regardless of my medical state, but especially these days.