Bob Terwilliger wrote:

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> ObFood: What sauce best accompanies crab-dill ravioli? Beurre blanc?
> Velouté
> sauce? Marguery sauce?

I often make a stuffed pasta with a ground seafood filling. Most often i
will do stuffed shells rather than go to the trouble of making &
assembling my own ravioli but i like a thin subtle sauce with them
rather than a thick highly flavoured sauce.

Browned butter with a bit of garlic and herbs, a white wine, butter and
garlic reduction sauce, a "Gloucester" sauce is just a bit of mayonnaise
thinned with sour cream and lemon and a touch of fennel, a nice herbal
vinaigrette, if using fresh crab the shells and any discard as well as
any juices one can make a basic crab stock and use it with some milk or
cream to make a simple white sauce with, adding mushrooms, shallots,
garlic etc. as desired.

Something i have not yet tried is a sauce vert or green sauce made by
taking various green leafy herbs and vegetables and blanching, and
squeezing in cheese cloth, very firmly till one obtains about 1/2 cup of
thick herb juice of spinach leaves, watercress, parsley, tarragon,
chervil etc., then add this juice to a very thick mayonnaise.

But with a dill crab pasta i think garlic butter & lemon juice would be
perfect. Even a beurre de moutarde or a mushroom sauce might be nice.

If one really wanted a tomato sauce to serve with the crab pasta one
might consider any of the white wine tomatoe sauces such as sauce
bretonne or chasseur.
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JL

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> Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,
> Of light and love the tempers of the heart,
> Whack their boys' limbs,
> And, winding-footed in their shawl and sheet,
> Groom the dark brides, the widows of the night
> Fold in their arms.
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> The shades of girls, all flavoured from their shrouds,
> When sunlight goes are sundered from the worm,
> The bones of men, the broken in their beds,
> By midnight pulleys that unhouse the tomb.
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> II
>
> In this our age the gunman and his moll
> Two one-dimensional ghosts, love on a reel,
> Strange to our solid eye,
> And speak their midnight nothings as they swell;
> When cameras shut they hurry to their hole
> down in the yard of day.
>
> They dance between their arclamps and our skull,
> Impose their shots, showing the nights away;
> We watch the show of shadows kiss or kill
> Flavoured of celluloid give love the lie.
>
> III
>
> Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which
> Shall fall awake when cures and their itch
> Raise up this red-eyed earth?
> Pack off the shapes of daylight and their starch,
> The sunny gentlemen, the Welshing rich,
> Or drive the night-geared forth.
>
> The photograph is married to the eye,
> Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth;
> The dream has sucked the sleeper of his faith
> That shrouded men might marrow as they fly.
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> IV
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> This is the world; the lying likeness of
> Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move
> Loving and being loth;
> The dream that kicks the buried from their sack
> And lets their trash be honoured as the quick.
> This is the world. Have faith.
>
> For we shall be a shouter like the cock,
> Blowing the old dead back; our shots shall smack
> The image from the plates;
> And we shall be fit fellows for a life,
> And who remains shall flower as they love,
> Praise to our faring hearts.
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> ---Dylan Thomas - Our Eunuch Dreams