Let’s talk about food
So I started asking my newfound friends. “What’s with this obsession about food.” Can’t we please talk about something else?? One answer was, it’s a good conversation filler, like when you meet a new person and you need an opening line. “So what’s your favorite restaurant in town?” The answer could go on for hours, definitely into dinner at a restaurant they both agree on. My thought on this is that I live in a small city, and frankly, there’s not a whole lot going on that’s more interesting than food…to them anyway. But, to be honest, for me mangiare (to eat) is one of the verbs I know the best-most tenses anyway. So, it’s an easy topic of conversation for me to jump into. After that there’s always the unpredictable weather as a backup. (MUST practice centigrade numbers)
But, here’s the real reason they are obsessed with food. Because everything here is exquisite. It’s really hard to have a bad meal in a restaurant (although I’ve had a couple of boring dining experiences, but not bad food, just boring chefs). The food is fresh, organic, mostly grown nearby (although I’ve seen some labels on fruit ‘imported from Chile’. Shocking!! The cuisine is pure and uncomplicated. Much to my surprise, hardly any garlic is used. And spices are mostly limited to salt, pepper, some rosemary and oregano. It is believed that too many spices will muck up the natural flavors of the ingredients.
And another thing, after all the years of me complaining, ‘Why can’t they just put all the courses on the plate at the same time?’ I’ve finally learned that the Italians’ palates are so sensitized that they need to be able to savor, for instance, a perfectly roasted chicken thigh on a separate dish, (so sad looking all alone on the plate.) I have a friend, who, when he takes a first bite of something, leans back in his chair, eyes roll to the back of his head, simply to proclaim “La mia maccelleria e il migliore a Salerno.” (My butcher is the best in Salerno.) The chicken is not to be mixed with the zucchine that is lightly pan fried with olive oil and then mixed with aged balsamic vinegar. He’ll make similar comments on the verdure (veggies), in addition to thanking god for having been born in Italy.
This might explain why my grandfather, Liberatore (such a great name) would have all his food on one plate-part of the Americanization process-BUT, he would eat all his meat at one time, then veggies next, and so on. A real rebel.
The Italians are obsessed with food because they’re passionate, and they’re passionate because they’re Italian. It’s in their DNA. Very simple. They have no choice. And now that I’m a Dual Citizen of Italy, I realize I have to change my attitude about food if I’m going to continue living here. Duh. But I can’t do it overnight. I still want to talk about other topics…as soon as I can figure out what else the Italians like to talk about. Wish me luck.
Oh before I forget, did I mention the ‘to die for’ aranciata (rice balls) I ate in Naples yesterday? OMG, it’s starting. I’m obsessing about food. I have to go now and have my little cup of caffe (black, no milk, grazie). But first, let me cleanse my palate with a small glass of water. Attitude change…check !