I’m reminded of why I don’t usually buy rigatoni – as they sit bubbling in the pan, they remind me of those deep-sea tube worms that cluster near volcanic vents. Puts me right off my dinner, that does.
Anyway, I’m back in the land of the living. Or at least, the land of those with bandwidth and two working wrists. I’d be posting more, only most of the things I want to write would require longish articles (and I’m not sure my rapidly-recovering RSI is up to that yet), and my remaining recent musings have been even more bizarre than squeamish recoilings from pasta shapes.