Covid has changed the way I eat. Don’t take chances with omicron.

“What are you even doing?” my mother yelled from across the room.

I’d been comically trotting around the house, picking up a few items and holding them to my nose to determine if they were the culprits behind the stench.

“Trying to figure out what stinks.”

Suddenly, holding a Tupperware of chopped onions, I had a primary suspect. “That’s it! It’s the onions,” I exclaimed.