Paulo,
That was brilliant and I thank you.
One of the joys of eating in Italy (you travel to Germany or England, you eat your way through Italy) is the fact that there is no standard Italian recipe for anything. Well, there are standards of course and my Italian-American relations are always shocked, shocked I tell you to discover that the primary Italian recipe for lunch these days is:
1)Open the freezer
2)Open the microwave
3)Eat in front of the TV
But that's irrelevant.
Your yeast tips are very useful, I am going to cut and paste this into my recipe file.
And yes, Lawrence was right. Goodness, I have three totally different pizzeli recipes from three different Italian (real, not the Italian-American kind) aunts...
Back to pizza, if nobody minds. I hate it, generally speaking. Only decent pizza I ever had in my life was in Terracina. Salt-free dough, barely worked, bottom covered in a very fruity olive oil, rosmary scattered on top, potatoes sliced thin (3mm) over that, more olive oil, into the oven and out. Little street vendor's cart. The neat thing about Latium is, it can be 42°C in the early afternoon and then you need nordic clothing to take a walk at ten in the evening. No wonder Southern Italians do warm drinks so well.
It's a funny twist of fate that the Italian equivalent of fast food has become the symbol of the greatest cuisine on the planet.
That was brilliant and I thank you.
One of the joys of eating in Italy (you travel to Germany or England, you eat your way through Italy) is the fact that there is no standard Italian recipe for anything. Well, there are standards of course and my Italian-American relations are always shocked, shocked I tell you to discover that the primary Italian recipe for lunch these days is:
1)Open the freezer
2)Open the microwave
3)Eat in front of the TV
But that's irrelevant.
Your yeast tips are very useful, I am going to cut and paste this into my recipe file.
And yes, Lawrence was right. Goodness, I have three totally different pizzeli recipes from three different Italian (real, not the Italian-American kind) aunts...
Back to pizza, if nobody minds. I hate it, generally speaking. Only decent pizza I ever had in my life was in Terracina. Salt-free dough, barely worked, bottom covered in a very fruity olive oil, rosmary scattered on top, potatoes sliced thin (3mm) over that, more olive oil, into the oven and out. Little street vendor's cart. The neat thing about Latium is, it can be 42°C in the early afternoon and then you need nordic clothing to take a walk at ten in the evening. No wonder Southern Italians do warm drinks so well.
It's a funny twist of fate that the Italian equivalent of fast food has become the symbol of the greatest cuisine on the planet.