I got a little careless with the Uber Eats

First of all, inadvertent admission. I deleted UE from my phone when I found out how bad they fuck over restaurants. Someone said this new app Caviar was much more fair. DL’ed Caviar, but every time I open it, over a multi-week span, they tell me there are no restaurants near Cabbagetown.

I’ve been eating out more. By which I mean eating in. Very in. I select the “leave at door” option, which does seem to cause some consternation for drivers who were definitely not accustomed to getting out of their cars. Very early in my working life I worked as a courier, so I have to say I don’t really understand this. I understand not wanting to, but the desire to cut ten seconds off of a job only clarifies how truly miserable the job and/or those lives are.

I think more about the people in those kitchens. I will just say that I’ve ordered from restaurants I know well and like, and what I received this week bears no relation to what they served under their own roof in better days. It must be that those restaurants that are open and playing the UE game are absolutely swamped, and it has to be demoralizing for the people in those kitchens. Before you plated food destined for the humming dining room on the other side of the kitchen door. Now there’s packaging. I haven’t talked to anyone doing this yet, but I want to.

Anyway, tonight Isaiah brought me Bell Street Burritos on his bike. I wasn’t a pretty picture eating it. I’ve been eating quite well at home, but I haven’t made myself a steak burrito with spinach with all the generosity that your basic burrito joint brings. This brings me round to my theme: I’ve been ordering groceries over Instacart and washing them (literally hand-washing the packaging with Palmolive—not troubling produce, because this virus does not seem to live on the surface of foodstuffs), even though it makes me feel stupid every time I do it. On the other hand, I know people at the CDC who do exactly this with their own groceries, so put that in your pipe. In any case, tonight: I took every testimony that exposure by way of food or food packaging is a remote risk and just sat down and dealt with that delivery normally. It was wonderful, but I was also aware I could be dealing myself my own death over enjoying a burrito too hastily. I like that if that’s the case, I will have predicted it on The Internet.