Did I give up going to markets, pasta making, dreaming of Italy and trying new restaurants? Does food not inspire me anymore? Or, has a life-sucking force invaded my body – rendering me relatively listless, nauseous and scatterbrained? Let’s go with the latter – the miracle of birth is just 10 days away for this waylaid blogger.
My mind is a sieve. Thoughts flutter in and out on a whim.To ease this horrible forgetfulness, I make lists – lists of items to pack forthe hospital, freezable meals to make, thank-you’s to send, baby gadgets to investigate, questions for my dozen doctors.
So here, my friends, is another list…
Post-Pregnancy Foods I Can’t Wait to Stuff in my Gullet
The embarrassment of ordering a house-ground burger in a great restaurant cooked well-done is soon over! I will no longer cut into a steak and be saddened by its grayish tinge – soon I will be greated with a glistening flush of crimson. Oh joy of joys – meat cooked properly!
It has been far too long since the Champagne fairy has visited me. She’s usually that pesky imp that keeps filling up my wine glass at a party, making sure I am lubricated with just enough bubbly to keep my head in a perfect equilibrium of fizzy sparkling happy. We will meet again, and when we do, I will toast to my darling sweet baby.
The food gods must be laughing when the pasta-maker ends up having gestational diabetes and can no longer eat carbs. My seriously carb-restricted diet has no room for pasta, no matter if I hand craft it lovingly or it is made with whole grains. Tiny violins play softly for me as I read through my two new pasta-based cookbooks and weep.
The threat of listeriosis and toxoplasmosis has taken my beloved prosciutto di parma, coppa and lardo away from my nitrate loving mouth. An entire 9 months without a prosciutto panini dripping in Ligurian olive oil makes me a sad gal.
Pregnant ladies are allowed to eat arugula. Arugula is healthy, fresh, peppery and delicious, in theory. Since I have become pregnant,the idea of eating arugula, or any sort of soft mixed greens repulses me. The chewing and gnawing on a mouthful of greens makes me sick. Crunchy lettuces are acceptable. Soft lettuces are not. Hopefully this clears up; I love arugula with lemon, olive oil and parmigiano.
|The dreaded soft leafy greens of my garden harvest.|
A surprise trip into the city of Piacenza today has allowed me to use the internet for one precious hour. Moments like this shant be wasted. The pure bliss of an internet connection. Huzzah.
Tuesdays seem to be a bit slow at the restaurant. We use the afternoon, it seems, to make filled pastas. For hours. Today, was anolini filled with grana padano and donkey. Yes, donkey. Turns out donkey is very tasty. We made thousands of anolini for at least four hours. My hands have blisters, I feel I could make them in my sleep. And I may dream of them tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time I have dreamed of stuffed pastas. Did you know the annual average in pasta consumption per person in Italy is 59 pounds a year? I believe it…I have had 2 meals in the past three weeks that didn’t involve pasta of some sort.
Anolini are popular in the region of Piacenza, one of their typical dishes. The other stuffed pasta they are known for, and the one dearest to my heart is Tortelli. Bella tortelli. These little suckers are much more time consuming to make because they are self sealing, closed by almost braiding the pasta. Bella! The first time I did them I didnt think it would be possible to learn, but after three times I am getting pretty efficient at making them. They are filled with spinach and fresh ricotta, nutmeg and grana padano.
I can’t wait to get back to Toronto and teach my friends how to make tortelli.