Campaigns and Comfort Food

Captain Jack would have something to say about that, mate!

I wonder what Captain Jack Sparrow would say about the signs that still adorn my front yard?

Election Day 2020 dawned crisp and clear. With hopes of temps breaking 60 degrees and the other guy winning, we were all in festive spirits.

Well, most of us. I woke up with a swollen eye. Not pink eye, I don’t think, although I’m not an MD. But it appeared that a varmint — mosquito, perhaps? — had bitten me near my right eye. So I spent the day squinting, and hoping that no one thought I had a case of the highly contagious conjunctivitis.

I’d planned to eat out for lunch — consuming my go-to comfort food (if you must know, it’s not meatloaf, but rather Metro Diner’s Chicken Salad on a Toasted Croissant (with slaw and a pickle spear on the side) at a local diner with outdoor seating. After washing my face and treating my itchy condition, I did just that. I had no problem driving down the street to dine — even though with a squinty right eye I did feel a bit like a pirate.

Following my primo meal (beyond delish!), checking my eye (not too bad!) and hosing down my hands with the off-brand cousin of Purell (works just as well!), it was on to the local Teeter (as we recently transplanted North Carolinians refer to our local grocery emporium) to pick up a few things. In the Age of Covid, my weekly shopping excursion serves three…