The last Friday of August snuck up on me, and the whole town seems to be holding its breath for September. I spent the morning at the market and came home with more zucchini than any two people should reasonably own — the signora at the stall insisted, and arguing with her is like arguing with the weather. So tonight it’s zucchini fritters, the good kind, thin and golden with a whisper of mint. I have a feeling I’ll be inventing new zucchini recipes all week. Note to self: never make eye contact with the vegetable lady.
The afternoon was quieter. I sorted out a stack of recipe cards I’ve been meaning to organize for months, and got properly lost in the old ones written in my grandmother’s hand — the ink faded, the measurements loose (“a handful,” “until it looks right”). There’s something lovely about a recipe that assumes you already know what you’re doing. It trusts you.
A small Unix habit I keep coming back to: the history command is useful, but fc -l (or just fc) lets you list and re-run previous commands cleanly, and you can edit one before running it again. For anything more deliberate, fc -l 10 shows the last ten. It’s the closest thing to having a polite notebook of everything you typed, without the clutter of re-typing. Handy when you’re fiddling with a long command and wish you’d saved it the first time.