surviving a hurricane on cheese
After a long two weeks of Restaurant Week in Boston, I was poorly prepared for the impending hurricane on Saturday night. My feet were tired, my clothes and person were dirty, and there wasn't a flashlight to be found in my apartment. My roommate and I looked over our supplies, wondering how long we'd be able to survive if the power went out.
Our plan was to eat everything in the fridge first, so as not to let the perishables go bad. Sadly the fridge was a barren wasteland.