Last week my brother texted to ask if my mother-in-law had a kimchi pancake recipe.

        I’m not worried about her swallowing too much of this nonsense. She’s a fully-vaxxed anti-Trump voter, and she knows her neighbors are nuts. But a few weeks ago she did ask her daughter if she should be worried about leaving the house.


       None, yet, seem to be offering a kimchi pancake (What about it Gaijin?). But that’s the sort of thing Omma wouldn’t dream of ordering from a restaurant anyway. One would be sizzling in the skillet before you’d dare to ask how she does it.