Pasta permitted
It has been since 21 February that I have not had pasta. The urge to have a luscious sauce over a supporting cast of mild long things has recently grown to lead me to try slivered lettuce, slivered cooked cabbage, etc., etc. Hmmm. So when I noticed that I had some buckwheat noodles in a jar in the pantry I decided to have them. They certainly are whole grain and I can eat whole grains. The dish they were bought for is pizzoccheri and I didn’t like that at all. Carole of Alpine Settler feels differently about that, but I learned it for a friend whose favorite dish it is and decided I would rather starve.
I didn’t feel much different about this dish, which at least wasn’t swimming in butter and grease released by Bitto cheese. I truly believe that buckwheat was not born to be pasta. There are disconcerting minuscule crunchies in it that feel like ground glass. And yes, it really is that khaki/camouflage color.
It’s an ideal diet food, because even hungry I couldn’t eat much. Instead of saving the other half of the recipe, I gave it to the cats. They circled it, sniffed it, then carefully picked out the turkey bits. My cats love pasta. They hate pizzoccheri noodles. Here they are having a look. There are eight cats here, and only these two even thought it was worth a sniff.
They’ve dragged an empty catfood bag from the garage trash bin either to tell me what they’d prefer or to cover this abomination from their offended eyes.
13 comments March 22nd, 2007
