Eat…
Just finished the much famed, somewhat hyped book by Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love. To be honest if it hadn’t been gifted by a good friend, I would never have picked it up, and certainly never have seen it through to the end. Non-fiction is not my strong suit, and the entire ‘Pray’ part of the book is spirituality, reading about which, puts me to sleep. But like I said, the friend felt so strongly about it that I saw it through and really enjoyed Eat and moderately Love.
Eat took my breath away… the author spends months in Italy just learning the language, strolling the streets and eating. What a life! Eating…. and describing, and those descriptions were really something, for a foodie, worth a read, truly!
There’s lots of it, but here’s some…
In Naples she is directed to the ‘best pizza place in the world’ where the options on the menu are just pizza with cheese and pizza with extra-cheese. “Thin, doughy, strong, gummy, yummy, chewy, salty pizza paradise.” (she actually points out that it reminds her more of Indian naan!!)…”On top, there is a sweet tomato sauce that foams up all bubbly and creamy and melts the fresh buffalo mozzarella, and the one sprig of basil in the middle of the whole deal somehow infuses the entire pizza with herbal radiance,…”
In Taormina, Sicily, the local policeman directs her to ‘hands-down most amazing meal I’ve eaten yet in all of taly. It’s pasta, but a shape of pasta I’ve never before seen — big, fresh, sheets of pasta folded ravioli-like into the shape (if not exactly the size) of the Pope’s hat, stuffed with hot aromatic pure of crustaceans and octopus and squid, served tossed like a hot salad with fresh cockles and strips of julienned vegetables, all swimming in an olivey, oceany broth. Followed by the rabbit, stewed in thyme.”
She asks a fisherman in Syracuse what she should eat and he directs her to a nameless little restaurant where the waiter brings “…airy clouds of ricotta sprinkled with pistachio, bread chunks floating in aromatic oils, tiny plates of sliced meats and olives, a salad of chilled oranges tossed in a dressing of raw onion and parsley. This was before I even hear about the calamari house specialty.”
I guess learning Italian helped there, with all the questioning locals and befriending waiters. My 4 days in Italy had me just pointing mutely to things and luckily, mostly getting grrrreeaat stuff. But I do remember 1 occasion, something so bland, I ordered french fries and just had to ask for ketchup. Aaargh, you should have seen the waiter’s face, and I felt like dirt.
Well worth a read, if you have any interest in Eating, Praying or Loving.
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