Mousou DairininThe pasta verde turned out well, and has given rise to further talk of coloring pasta. I am tabling experiments with ink for a while. We had cause to discuss other possibilities with The Guy Who Cooks Butter For Us while we were waiting for the play to start.
"Tomato," I had said. It was pointed out that I'd need a pretty fierce reduction to get color into the pasta dough. I figured I'd look for a tube of deeply concentrated Italian tomato paste and use that. I report that I have found some, and there sits a lump of blushing dough sitting in plastic on my dough board, which I will try to roll out as soon as I am done here. More interesting was the further talk of pastes in tubes, and possible pastas that will likely get us all in trouble.
A while back I was investigating mung bean pancakes, and I was looking around for some plum paste to use in mixing up condiments. I found some in the little Japanese Grocery down the street a bit. "Make some pasta with that," he said. And: "oh! And how about Tamarind paste?"
The tamarind pasta has been made, but not eaten. It is strange stuff. We shall see.
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