My friend Anthony, his finger ever on the pulse of . . . something . . . sent me this item from The Daily Mail: Is the Shroud of Turin really a self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci?
I don’t know, but maybe the answer to that question is also the answer to this one. I hadn’t considered Leonardo as a possible bearded-guy-in-food, but clearly I should have. I’d rather see him than Rasputin any day.
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