May 19, 2017
It is unfathomable to me that someone could voluntarily go on a low carbohydrate diet.
Avoiding gluten, short of having full-blown celiac disease, is equally unthinkable.
All of my most favorite foods start with flour.
Some contain flour and potatoes.
Roughly in order these are Potato Gnocchi, my Slovak Grandmother’s Potato Cakes and a three-way tie between Pasta (of almost any sort), Dumplings, and my Aunt Mary’s Bread Rolls Stuffed with Mashed Potatoes and rubbed with garlic and oil.
Of those five foods, the only one I get on a regular basis is pasta. I have pasta 3 or 4 (or 5 or 6) times per week. I could probably have it every day and never tire of it. A few days without pasta and I begin to have serious cravings.
Until just recently, I had a frenetic travel schedule for work. One of the first things I would do upon landing in a city that I was likely to return to over and over for work was to find a really good restaurant, preferably an Italian restaurant or one with a goodly number of Italian dishes on the menu. Failing that, I would look for a restaurant with an ingredient-driven menu that was not into precious or pretentious presentation!
Sometimes finding that restaurant was elusive and my pasta cravings would be in full swing by the time I got home.
Over the years, my mother-in-law has learned that the best thing she could make for dinner on a day when I’m returning from a trip is pasta. Even if I’m not having pasta withdrawal symptoms, there are few foods that I would rather have. Actually, there’s only one: gnocchi, which truth be told, is just the Italian word for dumpling, which as you’ve noticed is on my list in its English form, too!
Sometimes the restaurants I’d find were so spot-on perfect that I would just work my way down the menu over successive trips. In this category are the recently closed Dish Osteria in Pittsburgh, Bari Ristorante in Memphis, Antico in Chicago, and, until the recent change in the menu, Tre Soldi in Chicago.
Sometimes I’d find a chef whose cooking I really enjoyed, as happened with Bruce Bogartz in Knoxville a number of years ago. My business partner and I followed Bruce through at least three different restaurants. Sometimes we’d just walk in and sit down and Bruce would come over and say: “Can I just cook for you this evening?” That would be the sum-total of ordering.
Sometimes my business partner and I would find a restaurant that would accommodate our cravings as happened in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. We’d usually get to the restaurant late on the day we came into town. After a few trips, we got bold and asked for something that wasn’t on the menu. Something simple. Something Italian. As I recall it was spaghetti with anchovies, garlic, olive oil and red pepper. The chef accommodated us. From then on, at least once during every trip to Harrisburg we asked for the same thing, sometimes we’d mix it up by asking for a bit of fennel seed to be added. A salad of arugula with olive oil and lemon juice always rounded out the meal.
While it’s easy to find pasta on restaurant menus, it’s pretty difficult to find dumplings unless you’re in a dumpling culture like Eastern Europe.
After two trips to Prague, I discovered that it was basically impossible to just order dumplings. I frequently found myself ordering some sort of “Hunter’s Plate” which had an array of cooked meats and, you guessed it, dumplings.
I ate the dumplings first.
Dumplings are a breeze to make. And don’t even think about packaged baking mix. (For the reasons why, see my post about hydrogenated fats.)
Unless you are seriously trying to avoid carbohydrates or gluten, give these a try. They honestly take less than 10 minutes to whip up. You could get a serious paper cut opening up a box of Bisq…er, biscuit mix, in less time!