I read an article in The Boston Globe yesterday that was captioned with an image that said getting take out these days is our civic duty. I’m not sure I’d go so far as to compare take out with voting but I agree that it’s important.
In the early days of the pandemic, nearly a year ago now, we treated our kids to take out every Wednesday. Why Wednesday? Because that was the night we traditionally had them over for dinner and we suddenly couldn’t do that. So I would place and pay for the order for them and they would go get it. Now when we do get together we tend to get take out. It’s a treat for me to not have to cook and everyone gets to have their favorite.
Sometimes Dale and I get take out for ourselves, as well. When the weather was warm we regularly took a drive somewhere pretty, picking up food from somewhere on the way, and then we would have a car picnic. I now keep a picnic basket in the car and it’s stocked with paper plates, napkins, plastic utensils, salt & pepper, and wet naps.
Our local options were generally fairly limited to pizza but over the last several months the restaurants have adapted and even the swankiest places now offer take out. My tip for cold weather? Turn on the oven and heat up your plates and then when the food arrives put it on your own plates. It will not only look better but it will stay hotter for far longer.
I miss indoor dining. I miss spontaneously stopping somewhere for a drink and an appetizer. I miss lingering over a drink, meeting new people, chatting with the bartender. But until those things feel comfortable for me again I will be getting take out. I hope you will, too.