And O! but she had stories,
Though not for the priest's ear,
To keep the soul of man alive,
Banish age and care, . . .
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":
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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)
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