Tasteless

Pic: Dale Rogerson

“Taste,” said my grandma, “is a function of all that you put in the pan, how and when.”

I followed her advice religiously, while cooking meals for a husband who did not love me. 

Very few words were exchanged between us. We lived in different worlds with different priorities, and blamed each other for not falling in line.

I know Covid has struck as everything seems so tasteless. The disease does not seem daunting. Maybe, I succumb … fly out of the pan at the right time. Each of us will find a new level of existence – not tasteless, just different.

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