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    <MenuBar/>

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        <p class="title_story">We're still eating</p>
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            <p class="author">a note by Alice Strete</p>

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          <p>
          On the 13th of March, 2020, I began my self-imposed, prolongued stay-at-home quarantine. In the outside world, supermarkets were being stripped of toilet paper, cleaning products, flour and milk, but people were still crowding bars and restaurants. My mood fluctuated between panic and boredom, accentuated by thoughts of not being able to visit my family, to walk outside without being freaked out by the proximity of people, or to stay sane indoors without being freaked out by the proximity of people. Alongside this, another kind of panic creeped in – there were no eggs in the shops. What was I supposed to do without eggs? What else was next on the list of endangered essential foods? And how long will this last? </p>

          <p> Even though everyone’s experience differs greatly, food is still a central element during this lockdown. Since the pandemic measures have started, things have normalized a bit in the grocery department. Still, in the almost 7 weeks since, I’ve felt my previously unyielding enthusiasm towards cooking and eating starting to falter. I’m not a meal planner. I do my grocery shopping on the spur of the moment, based on mood swings, a random page I opened the cookbook at, a video I saw on YouTube, a memory I have from childhood. I shop for one or two meals, not for an entire week of them. (I now know I spent way too much money this way, but bear with me.) So when going to the supermarket became something to dread, I collapsed. I had no desire to cook with what I already had in my cupboards. I had no intention to use the dozen cans I managed to hoard days before everyone else started hoarding. A missing ingredient became a reason to give up cooking a meal altogether, rather than head over to the nearest shop to satisfy my cravings. But still, I ate it all and it didn’t bring me much joy. </p>

          <p>The anxiety of going shopping has become so great, that I never even bring my wallet when going for a walk, knowing there’s no chance I’ll spontaneously pop in a shop for a treat. Of course, I’m incredibly lucky to even have the option of going outside, or going shopping, or ordering groceries online. And I’m also happy to notice some positive change in my habits – saving more money on food because of no impulse-buying, reusing leftovers more creatively, throwing out significantly less food, baking more, getting more excited for that one special holiday brunch I made for Easter.</p>

          <p>Asking friends and family confirmed some of my thoughts – I was not alone in feeling differently about food, or changing the way I do things. But not everyone had gone in the same direction. The non-bread bakers started baking bread, the rarely-cooks started documenting their newly discovered interest in cooking, the meal-planners stopped making plans, the improvisers went on planned meals, the social-eaters started seeking more solitary meals (me), the every-day-cooks started dreading meal times (also me).</p>

          <p>Among plenty news stories on the impact of COVID-19 on food security, the food industry, HORECA, or food logistics, I wanted to learn more about changes that happened on an intimate level, inside homes, fridges, pantries, and on plates. The result of my open call materialized itself in musings over cultural eating habits, declarations of gratitude, organized meal plans, recipes, improvisations, family conversations, and lots of photos. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.</p>


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