Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Pasta and Poetry

Last week we looked into Cowgirl Creamery on F St., where most of the food looks wonderful but a bit richer than we should be eating. I noticed a bag or two of a noodle I hadn't heard of before, "orecchiette del prete", or "the priest's little ears."  They do look like little ears, though why of a priest I can't say. The name brought to mind Yeats's poem "John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore":
And O! but she had stories,
    Though not for the priest's ear,
To keep the soul of man alive,
    Banish age and care, . . .

1 comment:

  1. Maybe because they're Italian and everything Italian is framed within the context of church and sin - thus that other pasta which is called Priest stranglers and the pasta dish called alla puttanesca (aglio, olio e peperoncino - the only ingredients in a puttanesca's pantry)