It was a shortage of H-E-B Bakery tortillas during the COVID-19 pandemic that finally broke me. One day, my husband returned from picking up our curbside order looking troubled. “They gave us the wrong tortillas.”“They must be sold out,” I said. “I’ll try again tomorrow.”But they were still gone the next day, and the next. The warming shelves, once overflowing with fragrant heaps of freshly made tortillas, had been switched off. Over the next few weeks, my husband and I went through stages of panic, rage, and grief before settling into numbness. We had already lost so much of daily life to the pandemic. If H-E-B stopped making its beloved tortillas, what else could vanish without a trace? Those floppy little starch bombs had become…
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