{"id":1603,"date":"2023-03-24T15:38:41","date_gmt":"2023-03-24T15:38:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/premesso.com\/?p=1603"},"modified":"2023-12-21T19:53:49","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T19:53:49","slug":"gently-rebutting-the-joyless-marxists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/?p=1603","title":{"rendered":"Rebutting Radical Chic&#8230;nella Cucina Italiana"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/premesso.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/food-trinacria-1.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"275\" height=\"183\" data-id=\"1613\" src=\"http:\/\/premesso.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/food-trinacria-1.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1613\"\/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">A ridiculous frog legs trinacria from an Italian restaurant in Hong Kong<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In a fit of radical chic, the <em><a href=\"https:\/\/nitter.net\/ftweekend\/status\/1638860864752107520\">Financial Times<\/a><\/em> published Marianna Giusti&#8217;s interview with Marxist academic Alberto Grandi, in which the latter &#8220;debunks&#8221; (a popular activity these days) Italian food traditions, most of which are admittedly as new as Italy&#8217;s prosperity. It&#8217;s not a difficult task to take on if one has read more than online articles or cookbooks published in the last decade, and Grandi is, generally speaking, correct. But he undertakes his task with the zeal most debunking Marxists have, relishing the zingers and gotchas of slaughtering sacred cows. But where&#8217;s the beef? A few thoughts below. <br><br>Those who have followed Italian food writing for any decent length of time will also have read a few of Giusti&#8217;s lines before &#8212; but at least she has a roster of <em>nonne<\/em> and <em>zie <\/em>to call. <br><br>Italy was a poor country before the Second World War \u2014 of course no one could afford rich foods loaded with meat and cheese then. Spain is similar, of course, and I was baffled at some of the veggie-free and meat-heavy dishes on offer in Madrid a few years ago. Those of us with octogenarian Italians in their lives know that in the old days everyone just ate beans, soups, root vegetable, and, of course, bread. All the stale bread recipes! And if you don\u2019t, you can read about it a book like <em>La Luna e i Fal\u00f2 <\/em>where the Piemontese peasants eat that stuff.  Even in <em>A Farewell to Arms<\/em> it\u2019s clear pasta and cheese is a big wartime luxury, although the wine is omnipresent in Pavese and Hemingway both.  Primo Levi writes about fantasizing about pasta when he\u2019s in Auschwitz. <br>My old haunt, Veneto Sud, is still especially strong on the soups, veggies, and stale bread menu. Maybe a few shellfish thrown in near the coast, and of course, polenta, especially the more north you go. Affettati sliced agonizingly thin to make the pork last all winter. Until recently, my Veneta (DOC) mother-in-law had never had a <em>piadina<\/em>. For my father-in-law, born in 1925, <em>colazione<\/em> was stale bread and coffee. <em>Brioche? Mai.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><br>It was educative for me to go to rural Balkans (which was still poor two decades ago) before Italy for see what pre-war other parts of southern Europe were like \u2014 many similar southern European food traditions, albeit with a Turkish spin,  still being practiced. Most remarkable? The fridges were tiny. Not much industrial food to go in them. Basements for cans and bottles, other stuff fresh. A freezer for the annual pig slaughter. <br><br>I take some umbrage with the grouchy and puritanical Marxist point of view (also why is <em>FT<\/em> interviewing a Marxist?) that \u201ceverything dear to you is a lie, there are no traditions [left unsaid: there&#8217;s only oppression!].\u201d These so-called debunkers are joyless, and I can\u2019t stand Eric Hobsbawm and his quotidian ideas dressed up as something fancy. Married with the <em>FT<\/em>&#8216;s typical neoliberal ultra-capitalist ideas that we\u2019re all just postmodern blanks slates and life constantly mixing stuff up, it\u2019s even more noxious.<br><br>Having said all that, I support syncretic traditions if they celebrate life and goodness. For example, I love Washington&#8217;s national mall, even if all the designs are obviously not &#8220;authentic&#8221; (taking inspiration from the same Palladian villas that dot the Veneto) and it\u2019s a sort of a patriotic Vegas imbued with national character.  \u201cItalian\u201d food is much the same and if impossibly rigid recipes in our time of plenty give people what they want, why not? Three cheese chicken tortellini are not to my palate anyway, so I don\u2019t mind someone yelling about the right way to make them.<br><br>Finally, as a matter of adopted Chesapeake pride, I reserve the right to jones for at least three items which can&#8217;t (or shouldn&#8217;t) be found in modern Italy: a proper Baltimore Italian cold cut sub, meatball sub or pizza cheese steak (which I learned when I moved to Italy is a <em>bistecca al pizzaiolo<\/em> on a sub roll) \u2014 although I\u2019m pretty sure all the Italian corner joints, still there in the nineties, are falafel shops by now. But I&#8217;ll only eat &#8217;em in Bawlmur, h\u00f6n.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a fit of radical chic, the Financial Times published Marianna Giusti&#8217;s interview with Marxist academic Alberto Grandi, in which the latter &#8220;debunks&#8221; (a popular activity these days) Italian food traditions, most of which are admittedly as new as Italy&#8217;s prosperity. It&#8217;s not a difficult task to take on if one has read more than &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/premesso.com\/?p=1603\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Rebutting Radical Chic&#8230;nella Cucina Italiana&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,164,36],"tags":[396,432],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1603"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1603"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1603\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1627,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1603\/revisions\/1627"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/premesso.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}