A new place moved into Kenwood a couple of months ago. He has been running a food truck, and a following.
It is so hard for a business to make it here, because we're a small town, that explodes on weekends at certain times of the years, and sometimes all week long, but never bustling during the week.
Today, I just wanted carnitas so badly, that I took my life into my hands, and called for a pick up.
Here's the process, because I'm crazed by this avoidance of the virus thing, I called and ordered and said no lettuce or tomatoes (cold food doesn't burn the virus off). He said "avocado" and I took the chance. I know, but avocado..
I said, "I'm old, so I don't want to have to get close to anyone to pick up the food." He said, "No sweat, I have a bar to the side, and I'll leave the bag there, and there's a bucket for the money."
Bing bong. So, I picked up the bag of food, brought it inside, washed my hands, put on gloves, transferred the food to my dishes, took out the soiled take out containers to the trash.. and boy, was it good.
Not worth a trip to the hospital in 5 to 14 days, but good. So, now a new countdown, I was at 3 days since my last encounter with a human, now I am back to day 1. Tick tock..girl.. tick tock.
If this doesn't go right, just remember how much I loved carnitas, almost as much as mango sorbet. I only have one serving of that left, so my countdown may start again soon. Maybe it's like the lottery?
I am going to put a notice about his take out service on the Next Door App. There are lots of old people out here, looking for carnitas and he needs the business. That reminds me, shop local by phone, a lot of places will bring it to your car, or drop it off. Keep it local and help your neighbors.
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