I can't get that linguine out of my head...
I realize that is a weird thing to say. But the linguine I had in the pasta sampler at Falai last week was literally haunting. I am still thinking about it. I think I dreamt about it, too. Several times this week I have eaten something and started daydreaming about how good it was. Is this completely abnormal? Maybe if you had had it you would understand.
This is the description from the menu:
"LINGUINI, marjoram linguini, lemon sauce, toasted pine nuts, ricotta salata."
But that does not do it justice at all. "Lemon sauce" was more of a lemon curd, more sweet than tart. Mixed with the salty and creamy ricotta and the savory marjoram... it was heaven. And then the pinenuts! When you least expected one! Oh, pinenut, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
I dont know if you can imagine eating handmade pasta that tastes like a lemon bar making out with "bad boy" ricotta to a marjoram soundtrack-- but it was intense. Not intense as in overpowering flavor, but it made me rethink what pasta can be... and I'm still thinking about it.
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