Where did we learn “to save the best for last” anyway? I’m blaming the only place I ever learned anything: Sesame Street. But it doesn’t make a lick of sense. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? At the start of quarantine time, I opened a tin of souvenir sardines someone brought me from Paris. I forked them onto crackers while watching Schitt’s Creek on a Tuesday and I felt like the queen of the couch. There was MUSTARD in there; it was amazing! The next night I opened a bottle of natural vermouth I paid too much for in an attempt to look cool in front of my coworkers. It was cherry-cola delicious. Defrost the big steaks! Use that $$$ almond paste! Crack open the rainy-day Ghirardelli brownie mix! However you define the good stuff, don’t sit on it any longer waiting for a “special occasion.” The special occasion is, hopefully, that you have your health and people in your life who send you birthday texts. I’ll toast to that.