My mother had an odd house with a really strange kitchen. You walked into a space where there were some cupboards on one wall, and it had a couple of halls coming into it and the downstairs door; you walked to the corner of that space and through a slim doorway into a space that had probably six feet by three feet of floor space. It had counters on all four sides, with the stove on one side and the sink on the next side. That one-butt kitchen literally would not allow a second person to even enter the space without problems.

My weekly takeout was today, when I stopped at a favorite barbecue place and as I was trying to read the signs on the door a waiter walked up to my car door and took my order. It's nice to see these folks are adapting to these strange conditions to stay in business, and by doing my part I have a couple of more meals out of it. Less time in the kitchen for me. (I ordered the chopped beef brisket and their whole wheat rolls, with onions, pickles, and sauce).