I can't stop making this dish exactly the same way: whole-wheat spaghetti, anchovy paste, garlic, butter, walnuts and Parmesan cheese.
Cranky made it for lunch yesterday, and he forgot the garlic. He also happened to riff with a dollop of sour cream. It was very good (and the garlic was not missed).
Even so, I'm not eating pasta as much as I would like. I blame it on my sudden, and unexpectedly deep, conversion to a local diet. There is only one source of wheat within 100 miles of my home, to my knowledge. I could use it for homemade whole-wheat pasta — and I think I probably will, because Santa brought a funny, wacky pasta tool.
But there is still a pantry full of foods bought before my conversion, in August of 2005. Now the food is getting old, and I think I ought to use it. I hate to waste food.
Technically, a lot of the larder is designated "earthquake supplies," but it does have expiration dates and needs to be cycled through every couple of years. Unfortunately, "earthquake supplies" is as much a part of my local definition as backyard baby lettuce — my terroir moves.
My taste buds have changed, though. It's getting harder and harder to imagine eating, much less enjoying, canned beans, canned tomato juice, packaged soup powder... I'm not even sure I should confess to the boxes of Kraft "Dinner" (they were on sale! — and they're really handy when finicky kids come over to eat).
There is a lot of dried "grown-up" pasta, too, and I think I'm giving myself permission to eat it. I think I would enjoy it.