Today is Alfred Hitchcock Day. Since Hitchcock was born in August, and died in April, I have no clue why we celebrate in March – its arbitrary and capricious, which makes me like it even more. (It may have to due to the fact that March 12 is the televised anniversary of his American Film Institute’s Lifetime Achievement Awards.) Besides, it’s an hour earlier than you think, so why not.
But please, feel free to bludgeon someone to death with a leg of lamb and serve it to the police when they come to investigate, in his honor, if you so choose. Save a serving for me (I’ll bring the homemade tzaktiki.)
The Haus of Dcaligari 