make-do banana bread recipe
In the early days of quarantine, I remember feeling a little panicked about food. Maybe panicked is too strong of a word, but I was worried about the unknown. I have some small experience with food shortage and not knowing what you’re going to be able to get each day. I spent a summer in Russia, just a few years after the wall fell. I lived in an apartment with my dad and, as the lady of the house, I was responsible for the shopping and cooking. I liked homemaking even then and my dad was always one to push me into the deep end to see if I could make it. We shopped together the first few times and I learned that it was nothing like going into an American grocery store. Their stores were small, more like the size of a gas station market, and the shelves were
