I was in the library studying for a test when a much more weighty problem resolved it self in a moment of inspired clarity: dinner. One of the literary terms we had to know was haiku. Let me just say that upon be given the list of literary terms I felt relief that I actually knew most of them because I fret over my inability to memorize for memorization’s sake. I need to know and love words in order for them to find a place in my gray matter. But I digress, the point here is that the word haiku having been relieved of struggling to supplant itself into my brain suddenly birthed a series of synapses that resulted in dinner. Working backwards I can see that I must have come across an image of udon noodles with tempura in my mind and from there I concocted an Italian version because, well, I learned to cook through Mediterranean cuisine so that is my filter.
I was in a state of anticipation, and really hungry. When I got back I began the composition. I made a simple batter (eggs, flour, water, minced garlic, salt, and pepper) for my artichokes and then deep fried them. I made a puttanesca sauce (garlic, capers, olives, red pepper, tomato sauce, salt) and boiled up my pasta. The result, is worth sharing if you, like me, have found yourself with a bag of artichokes in the freezer and no desire to go out shopping.
adorned with a heart of gold
is most delicious
*Putana is Italian for “whore”