Farther and farther south, as the climate
becomes hotter, the meat becomes less and less the
food of the people, various dishes of paste and fish
taking its place, and as a compensation the fruit and
the wine become more delicious.
Really good pure olive oil is almost unknown out-
side the boundaries of Italy. An Italian gentleman
never eats salad when travelling in foreign countries,
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Italy 233
for his palate, used to the finest oil, revolts against the
liquid fit only for the lubrication of machinery he so
often is offered in Germany, England, and France.
The fowls and figs of Tuscany, the white truffles
of Piedmont, the artichokes of Rome, the walnuts and
grapes of Sorrento, might well stir a gourmet to poetic
flights.
The Italians are very fond of their Risotto , the rice
which they eat with various seasonings, a burro e for-
maggio , a sugo di pomodoro , a sugo di came , the latter
best suited to the robust British palate. The Italians,
however, do not cook their rice to that point of
softness to which we are accustomed. They also
eat their Paste asciutte in various forms. It is Mac-
cheroni generally in Naples, Spaghetti in Rome, Trinetti
in Genoa. Alla Siciliana and con Vongole are but two
of the many ways of seasoning the Spaghetti. Again,
the delicate little envelopes of paste containing force-
meat of some kind or another change their names
according to their contents and the town they are
made in. They are Ravioli both at Genoa and Flor-
ence, but at Bologna they are Tortolini , and at Turin
Agnolotti. Perpadelle , another paste dish with a little
difference of seasoning, becomes Tettachine when the
venue changes from Bologna to Rome.
The egg is an important primo piatto at lunch ( col -
laooione'). In the egg da here the chill is just taken off
it, and it is drunk out of the shell — not a pleasant
operation either to see or to hear. The open egg —
uove aperte — is a safe thing in remote districts, being
two eggs fried and served up in the enamelled metal
dish in which they are cooked. Be careful to ask for
them a burro , otherwise you may get them done in
oil. Fried or poached eggs, a salso di pomodoro (with
tomato sauce), are distinctly tasty. Then there is
every variety of stuffed egg ( uove ripiene J, those with
a basis of anchovy and parsley being the most savoury.
234 ^he Gourmet's Guide to Europe
Uove in canape , eggs in a deep encasement of fried
bread, are satisfying enough to form a piece de resist-
ance; while eggs powdered with white truffles are a
veritable delicacy.
The fish of the Mediterranean are coarse and poor,
compared with the glorious fish of the Channel. But
thanks to the culinary art the traveller who likes a
change of cookery can do himself pretty well, though
the resident gourmet may grumble. For that great
delicacy, the fresh herring, you must put up with
the cured article from Yarmouth, which comes to
Italy in extraordinarily large quantities, for the Italians
are great lovers of cured fish. So for the lovely cod of
the North Sea, you must be content with cured New-
foundland and “ Shore ” fish ( baccala ), or with stock-
fish from Norway. But the baccala the Italians really
cook in many appetising ways. The monarch of
Mediterranean fish is the Dentice (Fr. Dentale\ and
a fillet of fresh tunny with stewed peas may well
take the place of a beefsteak on Fridays without grave
hardship.
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AI-modernized reading of the original text
Farther and farther south, as the climate becomes hotter, the meat becomes less and less the food of the people, various dishes of paste and fish taking its place, and as a compensation the fruit and the wine become more delicious.
Really good pure olive oil is almost unknown outside the boundaries of Italy. An Italian gentleman never eats salad when travelling in foreign countries,
Italy 233
for his palate, used to the finest oil, revolts against the liquid fit only for the lubrication of machinery he so often is offered in Germany, England, and France.
The fowls and figs of Tuscany, the white truffles of Piedmont, the artichokes of Rome, the walnuts and grapes of Sorrento, might well stir a gourmet to poetic flights.
The Italians are very fond of their Risotto , the rice which they eat with various seasonings, a burro e formaggio , a sugo di pomodoro , a sugo di came , the latter best suited to the robust British palate. The Italians, however, do not cook their rice to that point of softness to which we are accustomed. They also eat their Paste asciutte in various forms. It is Maccheroni generally in Naples, Spaghetti in Rome, Trinetti in Genoa. Alla Siciliana and con Vongole are but two of the many ways of seasoning the Spaghetti. Again, the delicate little envelopes of paste containing forcemeat of some kind or another change their names according to their contents and the town they are made in. They are Ravioli both at Genoa and Florence, but at Bologna they are Tortolini , and at Turin Agnolotti. Perpadelle , another paste dish with a little difference of seasoning, becomes Tettachine when the venue changes from Bologna to Rome.
The egg is an important primo piatto at lunch ( colazione). In the egg da here the chill is just taken off it, and it is drunk out of the shell — not a pleasant operation either to see or to hear. The open egg — uove aperte — is a safe thing in remote districts, being two eggs fried and served up in the enamelled metal dish in which they are cooked. Be careful to ask for them a burro , otherwise you may get them done in oil. Fried or poached eggs, a salso di pomodoro (with tomato sauce), are distinctly tasty. Then there is every variety of stuffed egg ( uove ripiene, those with a basis of anchovy and parsley being the most savoury.
234 ^he Gourmet's Guide to Europe
Uove in canape , eggs in a deep encasement of fried bread, are satisfying enough to form a piece de resistance; while eggs powdered with white truffles are a veritable delicacy.
The fish of the Mediterranean are coarse and poor, compared with the glorious fish of the Channel. But thanks to the culinary art the traveller who likes a change of cookery can do himself pretty well, though the resident gourmet may grumble. For that great delicacy, the fresh herring, you must put up with the cured article from Yarmouth, which comes to Italy in extraordinarily large quantities, for the Italians are great lovers of cured fish. So for the lovely cod of the North Sea, you must be content with cured Newfoundland and “ Shore ” fish ( baccala ), or with stockfish from Norway. But the baccala the Italians really cook in many appetising ways. The monarch of Mediterranean fish is the Dentice (Fr. Dentale and a fillet of fresh tunny with stewed peas may well take the place of a beefsteak on Fridays without grave hardship.