the recipe repeats and ritualizes itself, it holds forth and holds to formulas, like any animistic magic. to the rhythm of a cadenced march, it proclaims: pasta is dead, spaghetties is dead, very dead, and along with it its sauces, its main-course, its varieties, and its processes
The red scare but it's just bolognese
hauntology but for pasta
the recipe repeats and ritualizes itself, it holds forth and holds to formulas, like any animistic magic. to the rhythm of a cadenced march, it proclaims: pasta is dead, spaghetties is dead, very dead, and along with it its sauces, its main-course, its varieties, and its processes