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Before March 13 of this year, I was relatively comfortable in my home. I thought we had everything we needed. City life was the life for me. I was all about taking public transportation to get around. My family and I loved all the pleasures of downtown — restaurants, bars, live music, random festivals, Chicago’s general beauty and awesomeness. I miss those carefree days.
Time under quarantine has revealed some essential truths about my life and my choices, what I enjoyed versus what I needed. And what I need right now is additional fridge and freezer space. I literally dream about it at night. And it all takes me back to my childhood and memories of my Aunty Aggie.
Now that meal-prepping is such a trendy thing that I see shared on social media, I realize Aggie modeled that behavior for me when I was just a kid. It is a tradition as old as time in some of our families.
My maternal grandmother’s sister’s name was Agatha Joseph. She was my great aunt; we all called her Aunty Aggie. Although she had many children and grandchildren of her…
