Et Tu, Pasta

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Floyd on Italy

By Keith Floyd

Published 1994

  • About
I hope you will excuse my puerile attempt at Latin translation on the cover of this book, but I think it is funny. Well, nearly funny. My Latin master at school often remarked he’d find it easier to teach the groundsman’s cricket pitch roller the rudiments of the language than me.

Anyway, Italian food. What is Italian food? Spaghetti Bolognese, lasagne with coleslaw and deep-pan pizzas filled with assorted culinary garbage? No. A thousand times no. On the subject of pizzas, by the by, in Britain at least they have gone the way of the once noble quiche, which before it got ‘wine-barred’ and abused was an exquisite dish until, as the late Elizabeth David lamented, it became a culinary dustbin. Whereas thinly rolled dough spread with chopped tomato and topped with anchovies and cheese and zapped into a wood-fired oven is heaven – you just don’t need prawns and artichoke hearts, mushroom and chicken tikka pieces in a pastry shell and even if you do you can’t call it a pizza.