Busting Out

First fresh food foray of a tried and true New Yorker after 42 days of COVID quarantine in the Spring of 2020.

42 days, and then finally, I saw the outside.  And these were some of the fruits of my labor...

... well, no fruits in that frame - but pizza!  A New York staple - it had to be had.  So intrinsic a part of our being.  In our family, our first loyalty to a pizza joint was to Alba’s back in the old hood.  Sooo good; even New Yorkers (the only folks qualified to judge pizza by the slice) who didn’t live in Briarwood thought so.

And, yes, Bark Thins.

Not pictured: The bags and bags and bags of fresh produce - oh the veggies!  How I’ve missed you, o vegetables!

The small, everyday, mundane things that we took for granted before from the outside, now festooned with renewed appreciation.

It was a confluence of factors that allowed for the jailbreak.  We - the fam and I- held out for much longer than others.  New York has allowed trips out for food.  But Sissy had insisted on provisioning to get us all over the first wave without leaving our respective abodes, and we stuck by that plan.  But i ran out of fresh veg and was down to eating pickles; the Orifice organized a virtual group event and gave us a food budget; and, most crucially, the Parentals insisted on going out and re-provisioning because their friends had already done it, and survived.  I am being careful for them - if they broke out, I figured I had license to do same.

Oh, the outside world!  Emptier, but otherwise much the same.  Surprisingly.