I had intended to give all of us a rest from JudgmentsHere . . . But then I received intelligence that obliges me to post, today, as a matter of civic responsibility and a demonstration of my regard for the sensibilities of faithful readers.
I read, today, in the latest copy of FOOD & WINE:
IT’S OFFICIAL: 2020 is the year of the anchovy
Communication of that intelligence seemed urgent for the benefit of those who, like JudgmentsHere, had been left, unaccountably, in the dark.
It is upsetting to realize that fully two-thirds of The Year of the Anchovy already are behind us! Verily, anchovies have but little way to fly—and Lo! the fish is on the wing!
Those of us who have not recognized this special year with suitable festivities have just four months left to make good. With the end of The Year of the Anchovy fast approaching, it is certain that the best event-planners already are booked, and the choicest banquet venues reserved.
Yet there is time! Take up the melody, now, and sound the timbrel! Before another precious month slips by—take an anchovy to lunch! Or perhaps have an anchovy for lunch? We have been so quickly overtaken by circumstances—and those being so obviously consequential—that we have not reached certainty regarding the proper protocol. But what is Google for?
The case may be simply stated: This is The Year of the Anchovy—and IT’S OFFICIAL. Attention must be paid.
As if this year is not complex and confusing enough, now I have to add anchovies into the mix. If this was a movie, and it may be, anchovies might be the cure for Corona virus, or might cause an allergic reaction in Trump, forcing him to withdraw from the White House and throw himself into the sea (thus raising the sea level another 3 feet).
Now that Judgmentshere has seen fit to blab to the general public that this is the year of the anchovy (previously, this kind of information was strictly on a need to know basis), one has to wonder: Will there be a sufficient supply of anchovies to fulfill anticipated demand in the next 4 months? (After that, who the hell cares! I wouldn’t be caught dead with an anchovy once New Year’s Day rolls around.). If, in fact, Judgmentshere cannot guarantee an anchovy in every pot, I will make a personal sacrifice and pay mine forward. First come, first served. Please provide a SASE.