Ketamine

  ....Over the weekend I passed through a moment in which I felt so-o Italian. It was Easter so even though my friend wasn't feeling well again - it's been a nasty winter for many, me as well -  we decided to do the Italian Easter thing anyway. A little. Which in Italy means food, or more the expression of love and belonging through food and ritual: the sacrificial lamb, part of the obbligatorial foundations of... many relegions. (We're christians by culture as are likely nearly everyone else who might read this note.)     And pasta.    So to make things easier for Sunday - there are several dishes to make - the day before I made pasta alla chitarra: square spaghetti made with the use of a utensil with strings that looks and sounds much like a guitar, 'chitarra'. After you've finished rolling the dough through the strings you seperate the noodles into nests, sprinkling them with flour then cover the whole with a smooth rag.     It was that last bit that gave me