The Simplest of Pasta (spaghetti with a Neruda – 117 years – tomato sauce)
‘…the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile…’
Pablo Neruda
….sharing budget-friendly flavors with friends
‘…the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile…’
Pablo Neruda
Each month we’re asking you to choose from a list of real cheap menus prepped in the preceding weeks ( and accompanying verdict on the actual outcome, a vote from 1-5.) Last month turned out to be risotto with asparagus followed by classic tiramisu. Any preferences for June?
‘In his recipe, however, Shakespeare does at least change the liquor Belleforest used as well as adding the “Wha’s up!” exchange, taken from the noted add campaign by Bud-of-Weiser, in the opening scene, a second sea scallop dish later in the recipe and of course the ghost of Julia Child.’
But one important smell, for me, that you can find here as well as in hotter, more southern blue places: fig tree. I was surprised to find out: in my hick-ignorance I thought they’d be a rarity. Instead they’re all over – as they should be. One of the easiest, hardiest trees to plant and grow.
Though Shakespeare often, ah, borrowed the basis for his recipes every so often he came up with something completely different. His immensely popular Midsummer Spaghetti is one of those original dishes. It’s been rumored that he got the idea after attending a wedding in Greece at which peculiar homegrown ouzo was served, but Shakespeare’s always been mute on the point.
“That was really, really close,” you adroitly say after you’ve escaped by running through a mysterious antique ruin that just happened to have a store of the special butter made from the milk of cows fed exclusively on a rare flower that grows only on one particular European hillside that you were looking for. Eureka!
t’s nearly always a balance, almost a dance – an equilibrium, a playing, contrast and synchrony, surprise and familiarity. Cooking that is, organizing a plate, adjusting for salt and sweet, umami and creamy, crunch and mushy and heat and bite and…
James Joyce’ Portrait of a Pasta with Ragout “Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.” Ulysses For more literary …
…for more literary recipes: on sale – The Pasta Papers vl. 1 “…and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?” A Supermarket …
….long sigh. Tough times, lots of people around Italy and elsewhere don’t have much cash, ‘no tengo dinero’, not in small part because a …