I find Julia Child’s recipes to be unnecessarily fussy. It’s an endless succession of “put the pot in the oven, then take it out. Then put it in again, then take it out. In, out, in, out.”
I’m starting to suspect Julia Child was lacking in the department in which ladies who cook extremely well don’t usually experience any lack.
I’ve been feeling like I don’t cook enough because of our weekly support of local businesses through carryout, so I decided to cook my own birthday dinner for tomorrow.
This is from the CDC:
Footnote two says: “Percent of expected deaths is the number of deaths for all causes for this week in 2020 compared to the average number across the same week in 2017–2019.”
Overall mortality is the only interesting number at this point, given that deaths get coded as COVID very aggressively and creatively.
There are people who are seriously still fear-mongering on the basis of the original Imperial College projections. These projections have only comedic value at this point but many people have such an incapacity to accept new data that they will swear by these numbers for the next 30 years.
The Imperial College made a mistake. It was a huge, gigantic mistake. But that happens. Everybody is human. It’s time to move on.
With all its faults, Twitter is really good for making authors immediately aware of what I think about their books.
It gives me a weird sense of relief.