This is what happens when you’re stuck in the house and you’ve discovered imperfect foods, Fresh, and Wholefoods and you own gadgets. Voila! The imperfect meal creation of things you wouldn’t buy like a rutabaga, because your mom never bought them and you don’t’ know how to cook them. But, you paid for them, their in your imperfect “surprise” box. So, in the spirit of “we don’t waste….” going to push myself to make meals with these vegetables.

Just so my sister doesn’t miss getting credit, she is the one who told me about the I admit in writing, I’d never heard of it, but this self isolation is revealing a different me to myself. A few days ago, I decided the taco meat would turn into chili, and then the imperfect potatoes would turn into fried potatoes and then I put it all together. So, what is it called now…..well, here is the birth of the imperfect meals.

Before that, I used Popeyes Chicken for three days of chicken salads over broccoli and cauliflower with homemade cheese sauce. I will try to incorporate this into the future, because it doesn’t take a lot of time. But going into this, I was all over the place, one minute, I was sweeping, then the next minute I was checking my work email. Then my sister was calling or texting with a pattern to make my own masks. (Yes, I didn’t know how to do that either.) Because, my mind was frozen with the kindergarten zoom class at 10:30 and the all call at 4:00pm and lunch, exercise and “I look a mess.” All of that equates to being overwhelmed with the fact that I now have to do what the children’s learning coach did last year. Wooooosah!

There is now an sense of anxiety as I wait for my third box today and the very nice vegetables I would never buy because I couldn’t envision a recipe quick enough, so I dance pass the very fresh, straight, undented, unbruised vegetables in Harris Teeter. My best critics remain the judges of what really matters, does it taste good. The correlation between the beauty of being imperfect so reminds me of the song about, the potter that wants to put you back together again.”

My box………

Quarantined and the Stay-Pantry

This is a very strange experience for us in the United States as we accept the fact that for the next four weeks we must practice this social isolation strategy for the corona-virus. This is a huge challenge since we were really accustom to social gatherings with our church and our spiritual groups. In Africa, there were times we stayed in for other reasons, but we would come to our gates and chat from across the road, even though we could not go visit.

So, the Africa experience minimizes our challenge of online school, because our recent years of experience using the Virginia’s Virtual Academy when we were abroad gives us a point of reference. The “education coach” on You Tube” helps my 13- year old in 9th grade with a solid foundation of all middle school subjects and my pre-Kinder with her lessons following a calendar.

Yesterday, it was a bit unexpected and shocking to see the chaos of people and the broken down shelves in the stores that looked pillaged. People pushed carts with gallons of water, can food, toilet paper falling off the sides of the carts. I began to think if all of this could have been handled differently and would we continue to have a stock pile of food, water and medicine after this national emergency is over.

In the back of my mind was the dilemma, should I do the same thing, or could I just get the few items I came for originally? I almost felt like I was missing out on some kind of supermarket competition. But I plan to write everyday as an experience of being Quarantined.

I invite you to share your ideas, experiences and experiments in creativity the next three weeks. By the way, Zeus, our Berndoodle is also quarantined with us.

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