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WRITTEN BY MATTHEW AMSTER-BURTON PHOTOGRAPHED BY STEVE RINGMAN |
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| gotta have Gatto With potatoes, salami and cheese, this dish defines satisfaction |
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We happened on a solution in the form of a potato-based main dish so good that it would knock Dr. Atkins off his own diet. At least it convinced me that potatoes could make the meal in a form other than fried. Our discovery would take us from the farmer's markets of Seattle to the campagna of southern Italy, in spirit anyway.
The Neapolitan dish, known as potato gatto, consists of mashed potatoes, spiked with Parmigiano, peas and spicy salami, pressed into a baking dish, layered with fresh mozzarella and caramelized onions, topped with garlic breadcrumbs and baked until the breadcrumbs are crunchy and the cheese melts. A crispy ring forms around the inner edge of the pan, and sometimes you can look down through a slim crack and see the mozzarella bubbling beneath the surface. It is like peering into the caldera of a delicious cheese-filled volcano.
In Naples, peasant cooks long ago took an American import, the potato, and did what Italians always do with non-native foods: They improved the crop and created irresistible recipes. The potato was a latecomer to Italy and has never been as versatile there as its fellow Americans, corn and tomatoes. "They're never going to put pasta out of business," observed Lynne Rossetto Kasper, author of "The Italian Country Table" and host of the Public Radio International program "The Splendid Table." But the potato, combined with Italian ingenuity, did give birth to two incomparable dishes: potato gnocchi and potato gatto. For some people, fall begins when the leaves turn red, but for me, the most powerful signal that autumn is on its way is the August arrival of the Alden Farm stand at the University Farmer's Market. The Aldens sell nothing but spuds: creamy German Butterballs, red Desirees, Yukon Golds and Yellow Finns, all for a buck a pound. I've used all of these varieties in gatto successfully. Farmer Peter Alden is a computer engineer turned organic farmer, and I like to buy from him because I'm a computer engineer turned food writer. It doesn't hurt that the Alden potatoes are the best I've ever eaten. (They're also available at Whole Foods and Larry's.) Kasper, who buys Washington potatoes at her local co-op in Minnesota, reports that Yellow Finns remind her of potatoes she's eaten in Italy. Mario Batali, a New York chef and TV host whose father, Armandino, runs the remarkable Salumi in Pioneer Square, sometimes serves potato gatto as an appetizer at his restaurants, Babbo and Esca, in Greenwich Village. Batali first ate gatto in a Naples restaurant, where it was served as a side dish, he told me by e-mail. "It was memorable, to say the least." He likes both waxy Yukon Golds and starchy russets, and sometimes substitutes goat cheese for the mozzarella or serves up the gatto with osso buco. For presentation, Batali bakes his gatto in a springform pan and slices it into wedges like, well, cake. Which just goes to show what Kasper emphasized: "This is not a dish printed in stone; this is home cooking." Then, to prove it, she came up with a vegetarian variation in which the salami is replaced with diced broccoli that has been seared with lemon zest and a wine reduction. "Or even take tomatoes and top the gatto with sliced tomatoes, drizzle them with olive oil, and put the crumbs on top of that." As she spoke, I began scrawling out a shopping list, sure in the knowledge that my potatophobia was cured for good. Matthew Amster-Burton is a Seattle free-lance writer. Steve Ringman is a Seattle Times staff photographer.
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