short story

On the day before the world shut down, we made a last run to our local bookstore.  On the discount rack I found a copy of James Beard, The Theory and Practice of Cooking.  I read through the classic and made a few of the recipes over the next few months, but mostly I bought it because it was one of the books that was always on my Aunt Janice’s shelf, in the family room off the modern, galley kitchen, over the built-in, “L”-shaped white couches…