Another CinderSusan here…
Cullis of Crawfish!! <gag>
Um, I mean, what a FINE feast Susan Miranda has ordered for all you people who didn’t make it onto the magical silver coach to the kingdom of Atlanta. Back here in the kitchens, we Cinderellas <pausing to wipe sooty hand over sootier brow and gaze longingly at castle on hill, etc.> can only sniff at the fine dishes as they’re carted in and out of the kitchens by the liveried staff….well, some of us only want to sniff, and that’s about it.
Cuz I’d rather do just about anything than eat jellied crawfish, larded oyster ragooooo, or venison with red currant jelly.
We’ve been hard at work all day on another spread of par-tay cuisine, and while some of you may elect to dine in fine fashion out in the Grande Salon, back here we’re waiting on the pizza.
That’s right. Historical feast, you say? Yes! Yay. Thank gawwwwd. We can have pizza instead of venison swimming in turtle sallet, or whatever.
Pizzaioli, which dates back as far as the Romans, perhaps farther… when flat bread was baked on hot stones and spread with olive oil and basil, with a little cheese. Later when tomatoes were brought from the New World, specifically Peru, once people figured out they weren’t poisonous and got brave enough to try them, theyc hopped them up and threw them on the flat bread that was already baking on the hot stones. What a GREAT idea.
Vendors in Naples as early as the 16th century were selling these tasty pies, and by the 18th century, some of the Neopolitan aristocracy had special ovens built just for making pizzaioli.
Those Italian counts and countesses were no fools. Left with a choice between Curry of Rabbits and olives, served with lightly braised calf’s head…. or a nice focaccio with olive oil, cheese, basil, and fresh tomatoes, believe me, they scrambled to get those ovens built, and invited their friends over.
Bring the Madeira! Grab that bottle of claret! Wear your finest silk turbans and all your jewelry, drop that golden two-pronged fork you’re about to use on that calf’s head and come join us for fresh, hot pizza!
The Cinderellas are chowing down in the kitchen… then we have to go back to work, sweeping those ashes and writing those books…
~CinderSusan (the short one)