Tidbits showed up on Facebook and Twitter; #RipHBCEasternPkwy. But I didn’t believe them. You couldn’t leave. While we weren’t in contact every day like we’d used to be, surely I would have heard about something as drastic as this.
One day you’re totally fine with microwaving mac n’cheese in a flimsy black plastic bowl, the next, you take a good look at the orange, sandy powder that is supposedly cheese, and think “What in Julia Child’s name am I eating?”