Getcheroni,” “eek,” “having weirds,” “going Darwin,” “OYO” (on your own), and “farrapo velho”—Portuguese for “old rag.”
"A couple of weeks ago around dinnertime, neither my husband nor I were in the cooking mood. We didn’t feel like ordering out, and, since we hadn’t got our second vaccine, we didn’t want to go to a restaurant. I said to him what one of us says to the other at times like these: “Should we just fend?”
“Fending” is our household’s word for picking around the kitchen, seeing what’s there, and making a meal of it. We’re not complete savages—i.e., we don’t stand next to the refrigerator at any old hour shovelling food into our mouths. No. We eat together at a table, which has been set. We might even open a bottle of wine. But there is no prep, aside from maybe heating stuff up. It’s very likely that we’ll eat totally different things. I might have leftover chicken fried rice, some lox and cream cheese on Triscuits, and the end of a jar of pickles. He might use up the chicken salad, Tuesday’s chili, and the last of the roasted cauliflower, which, by the way, is still good." --Roz Chast, April 18, 2021
Read the rest of this "The New Yorker" piece here.
Thanks to Randy_B for the link.
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