In case you were wondering how I resolved the Columbus Day/Indigenous Peoples' Day dilemma: I cooked both spaghettti and spaghetti squash. Well, sort of: I cooked pasta, but it wasn't spaghetti: Instead, I made penne with a medley of vegetables in olive oil, swirled with some mozzarella cheese. And I baked a spaghetti squash. Ironically, it does look like translucent spaghetti when you scoop it out of its husk. Even though it is native to the Americas, I doubt that the indigenous people called it "spaghetti squash," because they never saw spaghetti. Ironically, I topped it off with tomato sauce and rationalized it with the knowledge that tomatoes are also native to the Americas. (Europeans didn't have tomatoes--or potatoes--before they exploited the Americas!)
Anyway, I enjoyed both, and ate leftovers from both, today. I'm happy. Now I need to get on my bike. I'm not complaining!
On something entirely unrelated: Accompanying the umpteenth "Will the pandemic bike boom last when the pandemic ends?" I've seen was this illustration:
I don't know why it was chosen, but I like it!
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