If I’ve learned anything over the last year, it’s that I definitely would not have survived in pioneer days. There are a million reasons why. For example, both my children had to leave my body via a medically improvised escape hatch, so clearly I don’t have the hips for natural childbirth. But more fundamentally, I would not have been able to deal with the basics: specifically cooking.
Over the last nine months, I’ve had to cook from scratch a lot. I’ve gone so far as to make my own pie crust. I learned to make sauces without burning them. I’ve managed to bake zucchini with parmesan cheese. I’ve learned how to create amazing crepes, and I almost don’t have to check the recipe seven times.