Italians, those pasta lovers who gulp up to 62 lbs. of the staple per head every year, are bouillon in anger as pasta prices spiral up because of increased demand for pasta in the rest of the world, and not least, in India.
In fat, it can be said that the durum rolls of war are being heard.
I can only say in dismay, “Ayo-oyo”. Please wheat for some thyme. Don’t let a fusilli people create a problem. The matter will soon boil over, I azzuri you!
Indians also think along the semo linas. You need official Parmesan if you want to import anything at all. And you better not forget to read the hidden clauses as fine as angel hair. If you blunder, you would need to throw your bowtie aside and shell out a bit of dough.
Anyone tells you different, it’s a lotta baloney.
I think if Italians can get into these political capers, they won’t even let a Polenta into the pasta market. I think we should olive and let l’uva.
Playing with words and thoughts: many mine, some yours.
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12 responses so far ↓
krishashok // September 15, 2007 at 8:15 pm |
Strange. Tamil Nadu has its own form of Pasta. La Semiya Arakkonimiatta
Of course, Ashok!
And don’t forget that eternal dessert which will be featured on Michelin Mani restaurants as:
“Pasta roasted in butter, cooked with sugar in a thin cream, redolent with Indonesian cashews and other exotic dried fruits; a connossieur’s delight!”
The dish, of course, is ‘La Semia Paysarilla’!
powerkis // September 15, 2007 at 8:20 pm |
Cute, very cute.
BTW, in responding to your comment, Potts won the competition.
Voracious Blog Reader // September 16, 2007 at 12:00 am |
Sempre sempreeeeeeee….
Sepre Pasta !
Voracious Blog Reader
Voracious Blog Reader // September 16, 2007 at 12:00 am |
Oops sorry.
That should read “Sempre Pasta”
Voracious Blog Reader
Thanks, V!
You are always welcome!
Nita // September 16, 2007 at 8:11 am |
That was a saucy piece! If you ask me I don’t want to pay a pesto more. Naah, I am not stringing you along. Penne wise pound foolish, thats what I am.
Touché, Nita!
The Rational Fool // September 17, 2007 at 12:40 am |
Lorena Bobbitt agrees, “Of course, not a pene more. One pene was far too many to keep my husband at bay!”
What penetrating insight!
Priyank // September 17, 2007 at 9:54 pm |
New Sonia-land preaching:
ab nahi koi raastaa
khaanaa padegaa Paastaa!
Priyank,
Lekin Pasta nahin hai sastha…
@Rs.75-155 a pound (depending on the brand and type)
pr3rna // September 17, 2007 at 10:33 pm |
nice picture. do you have a recipe?
Prerna,
If you are serious, yes.
Please note that I never joke about food.
pr3rna // September 18, 2007 at 5:01 pm |
I would love to try out the recipe if it is vegetarian. It is difficult to believe that there is something you don’t joke about, with the excellent sense of humour that you have.
Prerna,
That comment of mine was a poor attempt at humor. You know, at a particular level of sophistication (so I imagine), you don’t need to put in smileys and/or have claptracks in the background to make people imagine that something funny has been said. Much of this is said in a very serious, matter-of-fact tone, looking somewhere else….
Ok, veggie recipes will follow.
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gauri // October 27, 2008 at 5:48 am |
Bowtie delightful piece! And it’s not just me, ask Rose, Mary and the Sage. You sure have risotto the occasion. A drilling, weeny exercise, but one can oli admire the outcome. I shall stop now. Parsely because I’m taking your space, parsely because I have little thyme. But I’ll say this – you Penne’s certainly mightier than this word. There, I mis u already
Past-a mah prima,
Vera
(Alright that was sad…:P)
-g
rambodoc // October 27, 2008 at 6:11 am |
Oye, Gauri!
That was very good, indeed! We need more of you around! Welcome, and thanks!