Chapter 69: Oui/Sì

Chapter 69: Oui/Sì

So, now, we are going to make the dtrempe, I pronounce the word, trying to make the right accent.

The what? my two bakers go at the same time.

Dtrempe. Its another language. From that filthy place I mentioned before. Even their language sounds filthy, doesnt it?

So, I go on, we have yeast, flour, butter, milk, water and, obviously, lots of sugar.

I point to the massive dough Im making in the pot.

I take out the thing with my bare hands and start rolling it.

Its heavy. Im going to make hundreds of what Im going to make.

You dont bother the dough too much, remember. You have to let it breathe a little and you want to be as gentle as possible. As soon as the ingredients are incorporated in uniformly, you stop. I know that you have lots of questions, but Ill answer everything at the end, ok?

I keep kneading the dough, focused and immersed in the process. After a few minutes, I leave it be and put it back in the pot. The mass is so big Im not sure my work was perfect, but a couple of times the mixer had broken in my bakery, and I had to do everything by hand.

First of all, they have some insane matre-chocolatier schools. That is, in plain terms, people messing with chocolate. Why do they make so much chocolate? I have no idea. But you can find some damn good chocolate in Italy. Even better than Belgian, French or Swiss. You have to know where to look, though.

Well, but Italy is not about chocolate. Thats just a casual remark of mine, dont pay too much attention to it.

If you want to understand why food is so important in Italy, you dont go to restaurants. Restaurants are sort of an exception. You go to eat at someones place. Thats where the pardon my French shit happens.

Being from the US, people loved to invite me over for dinner or lunch in order to showcase their moms cuisine. And to be honest? To hell with French Michelin-star chefs. I did gain almost twenty pounds while in Italy, but, man, I ate like a king.

Italians have a history of simple food. They dont go after delicacies or complex dishes. In fact, many people from the East will tell you that Italian cuisine is almost bland. Thats obviously an asinine comment about the country, but I forgive people for their lack of culinary culture.

Some of the most famous Italian recipes, above all, the Cacio and Pepe, which translates to Cheese and Pepper, is literally a pasta dish made with cheese and pepper. How can that be good, huh? Well, its in the process and the ingredients. Italians dont cook recipes, they perform.

I spoke to quite a few Italian chefs, and most have confessed to stealing at least a recipe or two from their mothers or aunts. Its all about enhancing the incredibly fresh ingredients they already own.

So, if French people make complex and laborious dishes, the Italians go for the simple stuff. If you are not a food expert, you might prefer Italy that is, if you can barge in someones house and make them cook for you. Thank God for my Italian heritage.

If you want to discover new frontiers of cuisine, go to France, though. Those little bastards have so many tricks up their sleeve its insane.