The title is a terrible translation of Big Cracker into Italian. Somehow the Google translator gave me Cracker grande, so I used biscuit and got biscotto. It’s probably a swear in Italian!

Anywho, the reason I’m feeling a little Italian, other than the macaroni I had for lunch, is that I spent my lunchtime with Cyon, Tall Guy and Jimmy learning to play Scopa. They played a three-person game and Jimmy was throwin’ down the Scopas left, right and centre. When I joined in for a four-person game, there was not a Scopa to be found. But I think we tied.