Oh noes! My pasta has been recalled!

There was this pasta, it looked fun because it looked like a moose, although it turned out it was an elk. We bought some. However, today, I have discovered it is dangerous enough to need returning to the shops! Because it might contain soy and we might be allergic to soy!

In Ikea’s own words:


If you have purchased PASTAÄLGAR FULLKORN, elk-shaped wholegrain pasta, or PASTAÄLGAR, elk-shaped pasta, from the Swedish Food Market at IKEA, please be aware that the product may contain soy. As a precautionary measure, we have decided to recall this product.

Soy is an allergen and this product may cause an allergic reaction to people allergic to soy.


To be fair to them, they do go on to make it clear that returning it is optional and should be done only by those with concerns. But is it my imagination, or is this unnecessarily alarmist? A recall, to my mind, is an desperate plea from the shop for the return of a dangerous product. In this instance they made a mistake, and sharing information is important, but a recall? Really?

Kind of irrelevant, though. We ate our tasty little moose heads months ago.

Life logging

Life is a little odd right now. Changes are afoot that are not mine to talk about in depth.

Determination to diet is, mostly, panning out well.

I’m about to start a new role at work, and will be late in on my first day due to an appointment at the doctor’s to get my ears checked out – they’re not supposed to crackle for three months.

And larp is managing to stress me out when I’m asleep. Last night I dreamed that people gathered in my tent where I was wrapped up in a sleeping bag and not yet dressed, and as the day went on I was entertaining more and more people under these circumstances, when suddenly somebody declared that it was essential that we perform a ritual at the ritual circle right then. I hadn’t prepared anyone, didn’t know where my notes were, and was not only not fully in kit, I had no bloody clothes on. Thanks, brain, that was a nice way to wake up.