Week 94: egg initiative

This amazing investigative journalism about the US bucatini shortage. (And here’s a nice radio interview about it.) I’d never heard of bucatini, in fact I was reading it as “bucanti” in my head for a while, but it turns out to be available even here on rainy plague island (sometimes marketed as “bucatini spaghetti”). I look forward to having some.

I was going to take this opportunity to explete some rage about how fusilli (sometimes known as rotini) is the bestselling and most widely available type of dried pasta, and what a shame that is. But it’s OK.

I did a long bicycle ride – it started off sunny enough to tempt me out, then turned chilly which was a good motivation to keep moving to get home, cool story.

Towards the end, I went a-slippery-slide on a manhole cover. I managed to regain my balance by freewheeling across to the other side of the road, crossing the path of oncoming motor cars who where, fortunately, twenty seconds away – but still I’d been seconds away from getting squashed by a car and occupying a hospital space at a time when they’re in especially short supply.

I wondered if I’d feel some kind of chilling pang whenever I passed the manhole cover again, and the answer is no. I haven’t touched a bicycle since, but that’s mainly about resting my sore bum again.

Happy new year. Some enthusiasts of the Gregorian calendar set, or is it let, off fireworks in the car park outside, which was pretty.

I was just watching Seinfeld, in which Jerome says what sounds like “egg initiative” but is in fact “air conditioner”. Now, if cared more I would call back to things I’d mentioned earlier, like how I bought some duck eggs (because apparently I want to be like Willie Harcourt-Cooze) and found the shells quite difficult to crack (I know about using a flat surface), or how I accidentally broke the shells of two of the eggs I bought from farms I’d come across on the bicycle ride (because of careless pannier packing). But I didn’t mention them earlier. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Filed my last ever EC sales list. It was never exactly onerous, in fact it couldn’t be less onerous, and it was a quarterly treat to receive a free licky brown envelope with which I could do as I please (as I always filed online). May that be my first tangible ramification of breakfast.