Those truffles too are no bad accessaries,
Follow'd by 'petits puits d'amour'—a dish
Of which perhaps the cookery rather varies,
So every one may dress it to his wish,
According to the best of dictionaries,
Which encyclopedize both flesh and fish;
But even sans 'confitures,' it no less true is,
There 's pretty picking in those 'petits puits.'

Byron
Don Juan Canto 15

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Crab Linguine alla Raffaelo : a phantasy to make the Duc de l'Ommelette Come Undone

Go to your local quasi communist "club" market thing and buy their over-sized tub of lump crab meat. Pick up some appropriate alcoholic beverage as the medium of delivery via cookery to the taste sensorum. (Please no red wine, unless you really are a pinko.) Grab some milk product, or substitute if you must, and thickening agent-- whatever. Salt the boiling water and immerse the linguine. Add curry powder to bloom in the fat of choice: butter ain't so bad as they say--ask Julia. Bacon drippings optional ((bacon (per Emeril it rules) can be added to this dish as you like it)) Peas, peas, vodka, or tequila or white wine,or... milk, fold in the lump, oh so gingerly--people like gobs of crab--makes 'em feel like princes(ses.) Toss the linguine AL DENTE (sorry that is de rigeuer these days) into the admixture and some little bit of the Crab Empyrean awaits you dear eaters. Behold!
Raphael: Banquet 0of the Gods

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