We've never met a delivery man we don't like. It's totally Pavlovian. The sound of the doorbell signifies that dinner has arrived — and now it's time to eat. Of course, Lena Dunham knows what we're talking about. In a recent
New Yorker
essay titled, "Deliverance," Dunham gives us a personal account of her preference for takeout over home cooking.
When a family friend, known for her home cooking passed away, though, Dunham's view on eating takeout changed — or at least she takes time to reconsider it. Her mother focuses more on cooking, her sister makes large, indecipherable dishes that could "feed an army," and Lena, well, enjoys it all. You can read the entire touching account in the November 4 issue of
The New Yorker
.