Well, it feels that way, at least. In the middle of making a veggie pizza tonight (for a book club get-together tomorrow night. I’ve never made veggie pizza before. I’ve never broiled eggplant or roasted garlic before. And yet I’m doing it tonight, for a recipe I’m going to serve people. Earth-shattering, I know. I do this to myself all the time!) I ran out of olive oil.
A kitchen without olive oil.
I feel paralyzed. How can I cook anything, really? I don’t think I’ve been out of olive oil since… well, since as long as I had a kitchen of my own. And my sister-in-law gave me a huge bottle of fantastic olive oil from Christmas two years ago, and that lasted a surprisingly long time.
And now I don’t have any.
I’m pretty sure I have to turn in my apron until I can replenish.