Gabrielle Garland
Chicago Art Review -
Well, here I am writing at 5:30 AM again — I forced myself out of bed to eke out some precious me-time. Our toddler has been home for an extended winter break since a COVID case was reported in his daycare class four weeks ago (he’s fine though!) Shout out to the parents out there, especially those of us with kids under five, ineligible for the vaccine. For us, the slow motion grind of the pandemic has offered few moments of reprieve. So I really don’t have much to report in terms of exciting eating in 2021
Beyond the kids and the pandemic, age is catching up with me. I don’t think I’m the only one whose blood pressure has gone up these past two years. I’m learning that it’s really hard to cut back on the miracle that is salt. And I’ve tried to eliminate beef entirely — not just bad for the bod, but the planet too. I’ve been fucking around with the new fake ground beef technology and not hating it. I’ve done Impossible/Beyond smash burgers, kefta kebabs, chopped cheese, chili mac, and lasagna. While lacking th
What else can gramps complain about? While I am totally inspired by the agility and resourcefulness of food entrepreneurs reinventing the service industry in the face of adversity, my schedule just never seems to line up with their latest drops. I wish I could support all the pop ups , delivery ops , and alt economies , many run by people of color cooking from their respective cultural traditions. But for now, I live vicariously through Instagram. Fortunately there’s a few newer brick-and mortar spots that
Gabrielle Garland
Chicago Art Review -