The Death of All Culture.

How to Recover from a Kitchen Apocalypse.

I was supposed to be away from home for two days, but, due to a family crisis (more on that at an appropriate time), one weekend turned into eleven days. When I walked into my kitchen, I gritted my teeth and prepared for the worst. Entire communities had been depending on me for their sustenance, and I’d abandoned them to their fate. There would be hell…