It was about 9:30 PM on a blustery early March night – a time when the Hillsborough Shop Rite was usually quiet – that the impact of the Corona Virus hit me. This literally dark and stormy night the megastores’s parking lot was full. Crazed shoppers raced through the building. Shopping carts were piled high. People were wrenching paper towel rolls away from each other. What the hell?
Over the last few months, I bet all of us have seen long vacant toilet paper shelves and a sad empty paper towel aisle. We have also seen resilience and creativity. I found our cloth napkins – we use them for a few days before washing. Why buy paper napkins? A cloth rag works well – who needs paper towels? But flour and yeast – now that is another story.
You all know that my amazing cousin, Annarita, was trapped in our Condo. What did we lust for? Food Pontelandolfo Style. I sobbed over the lack of good crusty bread – like those one kilo loaves made at Diglio Forno. Annarita FaceTimed with her mom, Carmella, and groaned when she saw mamma’s fresh pasta. Jack was aching for pizza from Sesto Senso. Not, a problem, I thought. If we can’t go to the village, let’s bring the village to us.
With flour and yeast, Annarita would replicate those gorgeous gluten powered treats. So I thought. Imagine my tears, when my end of March shop yielded not one wee bit of flour. Yeast – who bought all the yeast? Not one packet of yeast was left on a shelf. Did I look in more than one store – who are you asking? Of course. When did the entire population of Central Jersey start baking? This was not an isolated scene. It may have been a global farina, mouka, mel, harina, flour shortage. My family in Pontelandolfo, who really do know how to bake, roast and toast, also said there was a run on yeast. Obviously for the last few months, around the world, some folks were hoarding toilet paper – others – flour and yeast. It took until April, but I did score flour. Did I say score? Sounds like I was jonesing for flour. Obviously, I travelled far and wide in my quest for flour.
Now that we had flour, it was time for Annarita to do her magic. She wanted to start with pasta and asked me where my pasta machine was. Hmm, I thought where is that machine? Oh yeah, when we moved to Italy I gave my New Jersey machine to my nephew, Christopher. Rolling pin, she asked. Hmmm, where did that go? No problem, we are exceptional women and know how to improvise. A quick search of our condo yielded –
You might think it is a closet rod but we saw a matterello, The long wooden dowel all the women in Pontelandolfo use to roll out dough. Annarita asked if I had a pasta board. Pasta board – you know that huge hunk of wood you knead and then roll dough on. Years ago, when we sold our house in Flagtown, we sold everything and headed for Italy. Who knew that we would buy a condo in New Jersey and be quarantined without furniture, dishes and things like a rolling pin. We were determined. I bleached the counter, tossed down some flour and she was set. We improvised.
Need a place to dry pasta? Improvise – go back to the closet and toss the clothes on the bed.
Yeast? Just ask my sister, Susan! She sent me a link to a YouTube video done by a cute Italian chef – “cuoredicioccolato” is the name of his channel. The video explained how to make sourdough starter from stuff you have in the house! Of course you do need flour. Who knew honey, yogurt or raisons percolating in flour long enough started things growing! Of course, this requires commitment – you have to keep feeding the sour beast flour daily! My niece, Alex, was committed –
Our family improvised it’s way around the crusty bread crisis. Others used their creativity problem solving.
My number one buddy, Janet, works at Somerset County Vocational Technical High School and was part of the team that made thousands of plastic full face masks for medical workers. Everyone knew there was a shortage of Personal Protection Equipment. Faculty and students in the Mechatronics program fired up 3-D printers and voila 3-D printed plastic headbands popped out. Janet said the team scrounged the school to uncover every box of unused plastic transparencies. They gave away thousands of completed masks to local hospitals. Janet showed me one she made–
I am no where near that creative. But, I did solve our lack of masks problem. Masks had to be worn even on the short dash from our condo door to the mail room. Jack pointed out that he had tons of really old t-shirt material boxer shorts and asked if they would work. I didn’t think we could walk around with under-gochies on our heads but hmmm. One leg equals two layers of cotton. Snip, snip – I cut off a leg. Found a stapler and stapled in pleats. I do have a child’s sewing machine and was able to toss a quick stitch or two down the outer edge to keep the pleats in. Took out the staples and added panty streamers for ties.
Yes, that is a vodka bottle. Yes, it was full when I started.
I know that each and everyone of you has been creative and resilient. Under comments share your improvisation! I want to know what creative solutions you all came up with to survive the pandemic. PULEEZE – inquiring minds want to know!