This is another dish that we have been making since the beginning of time. I say ‘we’ because there are discussions as to which one of us makes the better version.
It’s mon mari’s favorite pasta dish.
Before he became a T1 diabetic and had to watch his carbs he lived on this whenever I was traveling. I remember coming home from one business trip and being informed that I ‘made it wrong’.
It needs to be made with fresh sage, so it’s a summer / fall dish.
If you don’t love sage this dish is not for you.
We love sage.
Use fresh or dried pasta.
The recipe, Pasta with Sage, Olive Oil and Parmesan, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Linguini with Parmesan & Sage.
I went to the Renaissance Festival in Minneapolis for the first time in its early years. It was somewhat free-spirited with amateur and semi-professional performers, artists and artisans.
I haven’t been to it in at least 20 years. From what I am told, in more recent years, the amateurs are gone and it’s much more commercial.
I remember areas where scheduled performances took place and I remember impromptu performances cropping up in the middle of the crowds. But, for me, the real draw was the artisans and their wares.
Okay… and the food. Did I ever tell you the story of the year I took my St. Bernard and she kept grabbing people’s turkey legs?
I loved the ceramics and jewelry and wood-working and paintings and sculptures and, and, and….
When we lived in Andorra every village (and every village in Spain) had it’s Festa Major in the summer. There were carnival rides for the kids, a parade of giants and dances and communal dinners.
No arts and crafts.
Here in France most villages also have a summer fete. Ours was last weekend.
Well, our little village doesn’t but the town closest to us did.
It’s called “Bastid’Art”. It’s an art festival in a bastide town.
In France the festivals are all about the performing arts. There is theatre and opera and choral groups and circus acts and jugglers and musicians and, and, and….
There was something going on somewhere in town starting every 30 minutes.
One of the streets had games and face-painting for the kids
As to food – barbapapa (granpa’s beard, aka: cotton candy) is the staple at all events.
There were, of course, proper meals available at the proper time…. This is France, after all.