Pasta tonight. Again.

This time fusilli, with a sauce confected of cherry tomatoes, some elderly mushrooms, and a couple of sweet Italian sausages. Green salad on the side. Plonk to go with.

I have eaten the last of the minestrone and therefore must make more. I scored a big bunch of basil at Sobey's today -- Hallelujah! -- but the other thing I crave, a nice big bag of frozen berries, is apparently a thing of the past for the foreseeable future, according to a very depressing article in the Wall Street Journal.

The silver lining of the cloud is the beer section at Sobey's, which is very nice. I was afraid I would start a riot in there, however, because I could not find Himself's preferred IPA and people were obviously getting tired of waiting for me to stop hunting about so they could get in and do their own hunting about.

Shopping nowadays is all social distancing, and following the arrows, and not keeping other people waiting. Kinda tense.