On a sunny Friday noon, five hours before our state was about to go into lockdown, I was in the kitchen with my daughter, laying out ration rules for the coming duration. One can of fizzy water a day, or one can of pop. Go light on the milk. And so on. I shut the fridge door and was about to discuss the Five-Square Rule of toilet-paper consumption — at least until we’re down to one-ply, then it’s seven — when she asked whether we had any hummus.
“We got hummus galore,” I said, thinking that would be a great name …
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