That’s great! Back at the old college on the hill, we used to go through that exact same routine every snowy day we wanted to take a cafeteria tray to go out sliding on. No one ever heard of Arabiata, least of all me.
Along with the Sophia Gould letter, this reminds me of some of my former colleagues’ behaviors. (I’m still laughing as I write.) And now, having left academe, I ain’t grading, either. (Make that a diabolically self-serving laugh.)
But please know I do miss some of my old life as university-based historian. Thank goodness for your blog, Historiann!
I finished a batch of grading today, not the last but the next-to-last, refueled in part by several doses of the mirth of this clip. So I decided that I was definitely have something smothered in arabiata tonight, but my grocer let me down. It’s back to plain old marinara on the rocks, with a chaser.
Amazing what you can do with Legos. A site of substantial interest for one of my research projects, in the 18th century near Windsor Castle, has become Legoland U.K. in recent years. Too bizarre for me.