If this sentence doesn’t make you want to read Rachel Handler’s story about the bucatini shortage of 2020 than nothing will.

This made both perfect sense and absolutely no fucking sense at all, the sort of demented-timeline event that could only happen in 2020, when everything is, metaphorically, an innocent piece of pasta turned into a straw in a bid to help the environment that actually ends up being fatally dangerous.

The slow casual awareness that there is a shortage leads to the investigation to find out why there is a shortage.

Bucatini is a very good pasta and I have missed making  Blue Apron’s Meyor Lemon Bucatini.

And, to be fair, bucatini is a fun word to say. It always reminds me of Star Wars and the Jawas in A New Hope.