When
in Dharmasala…
Unlike
most Buddhist monks, the Dalai Lama is not
a vegetarian. In the 1960s, he tried to go veg but had to give it up after he
developed hepatitis, and his physician counseled him to eat meat to get his
strength back. He enjoys meat nowadays. So - His compromise is to eat
vegetarian in Dharmasala, so as not to offend his brother monks, and meat
dishes when he’s on the road, which is 80% of the time.
Meanwhile, back in Rome …
Pope Francis is said to be
very reserved in his culinary choices, and at least while he was the
archbishop of Argentina, he often cooked for himself. He prefers healthy meals that consist of
fruit, skinless chicken, salads – and the occasional glass of wine. He likes
walking around Rome, and he is known to stop by any number of neighborhood
caffes to have an afternoon ristretto. The Pontiff, evidently, knows his
coffee.
I
guess it just comes down to the k-i-s-K principle: Keep-it-simple-Kate.
For
starters, I think I’ll serve Endive
Salad with Walnuts, Pears, and Gorgonzola, drizzled with a good olive
oil and a couple of squeezes of lemon juice. I found this recipe on the Simply
Recipes family food blog, so I guess that should qualify for locally
grown or produced (which I think both men will like) and “simple”. Plus, this salad features the fruits and
vegetables that the Pope purports to enjoy. I am guessing that the Dalai Lama
is also very agreeable about such things as salads.
After
the appetizer, I thought maybe a nice piece of fish would be appropriate, given
that this is Maine and all, and I am having trouble wrapping my head around the
fact that the Dalai Lama is not a strict vegetarian. Haddock is always a nice choice. A mild, flakey, North Atlantic fave, right
off the boat and grilled lightly with a bit of butter, salt and pepper. No
recipe needed for that. Simple. (Note to self:
do not overcook). Maybe the Pope would splurge just this once and
indulge in a little side of rice, too.
After all, he could have always have a light supper of soup or a salad.
I could make the Barefoot Contessa’s Easy
Parmesan Risotto. What could be simpler? “Easy” is even in the recipe
title.
Now
for the wine choice.
On
to dessert.
Well, it’s a midday meal and we shouldn’t have something too heavy. Lord knows if these busy, important men have a siesta built into their diaries. At their ages, I would think that to be a wise thing, though. I wonder if they would be offended if I asked them if they nap? I suppose if Pope Francis said he liked naps the Dalai Lama would feel comfortable admitting that he, too, enjoyed a mid-day snooze. Or vice versa. But first, back to dessert. In keeping with the local theme, the logical choice would have to be blueberry pie. But could they handle it, I mean, after the big noon-time meal and with or without a nap? Back to the web for some alternate ideas, and lo-and-behold, Wyman’s, those Maine wild blueberry virtuosos have the perfect solution: blueberry sorbet. Best of all, there are just two ingredients: wild Maine blueberries, of course, and simple syrup.
Well, it’s a midday meal and we shouldn’t have something too heavy. Lord knows if these busy, important men have a siesta built into their diaries. At their ages, I would think that to be a wise thing, though. I wonder if they would be offended if I asked them if they nap? I suppose if Pope Francis said he liked naps the Dalai Lama would feel comfortable admitting that he, too, enjoyed a mid-day snooze. Or vice versa. But first, back to dessert. In keeping with the local theme, the logical choice would have to be blueberry pie. But could they handle it, I mean, after the big noon-time meal and with or without a nap? Back to the web for some alternate ideas, and lo-and-behold, Wyman’s, those Maine wild blueberry virtuosos have the perfect solution: blueberry sorbet. Best of all, there are just two ingredients: wild Maine blueberries, of course, and simple syrup.
Bazinga! Let’s hear it for
simple!
Let’s see. First, there are invitations to craft and send, recipes cards to assemble and ingredient lists to create. WHAT WILL I WEAR? If they don’t RSVP, would it be rude of me to call? I mean, this is not an inexpensive little luncheon. I’ll need to go to the supermarket, produce stand, the fish market and the wine store...
But wait.
During lunch, will I even have time to talk with the Pope or the Dalai Lama? I mean, after all, that’s the reason I invited them to lunch in the first place. To talk. To really get to know them. To hear them speak, individually or together, of their concepts of spirituality and God. Heaven. Reincarnation.
Maybe
we had best eat out.