Oh, Coronavirus! You Are Wrecking My Diet….

Nonni does a pandemic

“Pasta” by HatM is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

OK.

Enough already.

I understand that Coronavirus is a huge threat. I am seriously concerned. I am 64 years old and not the healthiest of specimens. Same for my dear husband. I have a 90 year old Mom.

I am also the mother of two adult sons who had such bad asthma as little kids that I learned how to sleep while walking around a crib with a nebulizer.

So I’m scared of the Coronavirus. I am.

In fact, if you came into my house around 5 pm tonight, you would have smelled bleach, bleach, some bleach and a little bit of bleach.

I watched the news report from my home state of Massachusetts. The one where the Governor declared a state of emergency. I thought about my mom. I thought about my daughter, 36 weeks pregnant and teaching in a public school.

My sons were on my mind, too. The ones I had kept alive with constant attention to their lungs, their respiratory health, their asthma meds…..

So.

I felt a surge of panic. (Come on. You did, too)

And I did what any self-respecting Italian American grandmother would do.

I baked.