I don’t know what’s happening. In the last couple of weeks, things have been going wrong.
First I cooked some black boletes. I’ve been doing this for years and always bought them from the same seller. About half an hour later, I started shouting for Hughie*. Since then I can’t even look at a picture of the things without feeling distinctly nauseous.
Things went downhill from there. A few days later I discovered my local donkey meat supplier has ceased doing their wonderful ‘donkey burgers’.
I can still find the meat, but I liked the convenience of just ordering them online and waiting 30 minutes for them to be delivered. Anyway, I kind find the bread they used anywhere.
The it got much worse. For unknown reasons my favourite Portuguese canned sardines have disappeared from China! I used to bulk buy them, but now I’m down to my last two cans.
In fact, ALL European sardines have disappeared except Porthos brand which I don't know.
It’s the end of civilisation!
* A Scottish phrase attributed to my old friend Billy Connolly meaning to projectile vomit. A fine example of onomatopœia.
As can been seen here. You may need an interpreter – this was recorded in Scotland.
Billy Connolly _ Two Scotsmen in Rome - YouTube
