South Wind Through the Kitchen: The Best of Elizabeth David

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An irresistible, charming, and inspired selection from the work of one of this century's great food writers.

Like M.F.K. Fisher and Julia Child, Elizabeth David changed the way we think about and prepare food. David's nine books, written with impeccable wit and considerable brilliance, helped educate the taste (and taste buds) of the postwar generation. Insisting on ...
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Overview

An irresistible, charming, and inspired selection from the work of one of this century's great food writers.

Like M.F.K. Fisher and Julia Child, Elizabeth David changed the way we think about and prepare food. David's nine books, written with impeccable wit and considerable brilliance, helped educate the taste (and taste buds) of the postwar generation. Insisting on authentic recipes and fresh ingredients, she showed that food need not be complicated to be good.

A Book of Mediterranean Food, published in 1950, introduced the ingredients of a sunnier world (olive oil, garlic, eggplant, basil), celebrating their smell and taste and above all highlighting the concept that food reflects a way of life and should be a source of joy.

Subsequent books on French and Italian cooking and a stream of provocative articles followed. Later, David's monumental English Bread and Yeast Cookery became the champion of the Real Bread movement. Her last book, Harvest of the Cold Months, is a fascinating historical account of food preservation, eating habits, and the astonishing worldwide food trade in snow and ice.

Many of the recipes and excerpts here were chosen by David's friends and by the chefs and writers she inspired (including Alice Waters and Barbara Kafka). This collection will enable some of us to discover and others to remember what made David one of our most influential and best-loved food writers.
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Editorial Reviews

From The Critics
Not as well-known in this country as her American counterpart M.F.K. Fisher, Elizabeth David changed the way post-war Britain thought about food and prepared it. A Book of Mediterranean Food, her first cookbook published after an intense period of rationing and shortages, brought a sunnier world of ingredients like olive oil, eggplant, garlic, basil and crusty bread to a people just beginning to dream about travel and the pleasures of the table. That 75 cent Penguin paperback was followed by French Country Cooking and Italian Food. These books and the six more that she wrote until her death in 1992 were essays on food and not simply formulas for dishes or elaborate instructions for creating approximations of food served in expensive restaurants. Rather, David's books were about how people ate, the background of many dishes and an explanation of the concept of what the cook is about to prepare.
This volume is a reconfiguration of many of her recipes and excerpts from her most provocative essays. Selections and recollections offered by her family and friends, admirers and advocates make this a personal tribute both to the woman who restored morale to a war-weary nation by reminding them that only a few miles away lemon trees blossomed, and to a writer who inevitably assumed curiosity and intelligence on the part of her readers. Add to this her stunning genius for writing and the reader will conclude with cookbook writer Richard Olney in his introduction that the best of David is Elizabeth herself.
-Joan Reardon
Clare Flowers
"Elizabeth David's legacy cannot be underestimated. From the perspective of this decade, with its food scares and scandals, much of what she wrote decades ago can be seen as sounding a warning bell. This volume is a wonderful introduction. It is stocked with enough recipes to justify its place on the kitchen shelf alone. But the place to keep it is by the bed. A chapter or two will send you off into the most delicious dreams."— Clare Flowers, The Scotsman
Derek Cooper
Of all the food books published this year, the best read is South Wind through the Kitchen, an exhilarating anthology of Elizabeth David's finest pieces... Although there are recipes galore, it is the prose which lifts the heart.
Saga Magazine
Jane Grigson
The best food writer of her time. —Jane Grigson, The Times Literary Supplement
Julian Barnes
E.D. wrote as she cooked: with simplicity, purity, color, self-effacing authority, and a respect for tradition. — Julian Barnes, The New Yorker
Lisa Cohen
As South Wind Through the Kitchen demonstrates, again, she was simply a superb writer.
Newsday
Paul Bailey
There is not a dull word in these pages... The reader is struck once more by David's belief in simplicity, her loathing of the unnecessarily fancy. A complete newcomer to the kitchen could produce something delicious by following one of her recipes to the letter.
The Daily Telegraph
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781567923094
  • Publisher: Godine, David R. Publishers, Inc.
  • Publication date: 11/11/2014
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 2.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Jill Norman is Elizabeth David's literary trustee. For many years she was a publisher, and later a publishing consultant. Author of The Little Library of Culinary Classics, she is director of the European Patent Office in The Hague.
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Provence

Provence is a country to which I am always returning, next week, next year, any day now, as soon as I can get on to a train. Here in London it is an effort of will to believe in the existence of such a place at all. But now and again the vision of golden tiles on a round southern roof, or of some warm, stony, herb-scented hillside will rise out of my kitchen pots with the smell of a piece of orange peel scenting a beef stew. The picture flickers into focus again. Ford Madox Ford's words come back, 'somewhere between Vienne and Valence, below Lyon on the Rhône, the sun is shining and south of Valence Provincia Romana, the Roman province, lies beneath the sun. There there is no more any evil, for there the apple will not flourish and the brussels sprout will not grow at all.'

It is indeed certain, although the apple of discord can hardly be said to have been absent from the history of Provence, which is a turbulent and often ferocious one, that the sprout from Brussels, the drabness and dreariness and stuffy smells evoked by its very name, has nothing at all to do with southern cooking. But to regard the food of Provence as just a release from routine, a fierce wild riot of flavour and colour, is to over-simplify it and grossly to mistake its nature. For it is not primitive food; it is civilized without being over-civilized. That is to say, it has natural taste, smell, texture, and much character. Often it looks beautiful, too. What it amounts to is that it is the rational, right and proper food for human beings to eat.

Madame Léon Daudet, who, under the pen-name of Pampille, published many years ago a little collection of regional recipes called Les Bons Plats de France, goes so far as to say that 'the cooking of Provence seems to me the best of all cooking; this is not said to hurt the feelings of other provinces, but it is the absolute truth.' Whether or not one agrees with Madame Daudet's wonderfully sweeping statement one should on no account be deceived by the often clumsy attempts of London restaurateurs to reproduce Provençal dishes. To them Provence is a name, a symbol to display to their customers; the string of garlic hanging on the wall is something like the equivalent of an inn sign. Nor must some ostentatious meal in a phoney Provençal 'oustalou' whose row of medals stands for price rather than true taste or quality be taken as representative. Provence does not consist only of the international playground of the coast. Northern and western Provence, the departments of the Vaucluse and the Basses Alpes, are still comparatively unsophisticated, and the cooking has retained much of its traditional character, the inhabitants relying on their own plentiful resources of vegetables, fruit, meat, game and cheese rather than on the imports from other provinces and from Algeria which supplement the more meagre resources of the coastal area.

Provençal food is perhaps best considered in terms of a meal such as that described, again, by Madame Daudet: 'I know of nothing more appetizing,' she says, 'on a very hot day, than to sit down in the cool shade of a dining-room with drawn Venetian blinds, at a little table laid with black olives, saucisson d'Arles, some fine tomatoes, a slice of water melon and a pyramid of little green figs baked by the sun. One will scarcely resist the pleasure of afterwards tasting the anchovy tart or the roast of lamb cooked on the spit, its skin perfectly browned, or the dish of tender little artichokes in oil ... but should one wish, one could make one's meal almost exclusively of the hors-d'oeuvre and the fruit. In this light air, in this fortunate countryside, there is no need to warm oneself with heavy meats or dishes of lentils. The midi is essentially a region of carefully prepared little dishes.'

This was written in 1919, but these little dishes of Provence are still to be found in country restaurants where they aren't failing over backwards to provide local colour; places where you may perhaps have the routine Sunday grilled or roast chicken but with it an interesting anchovy sauce, or a mayonnaise made unmistakably with real Provençal olive oil; or a rôti de porc with pommes mousseline, the interest lying in the fact that that purée of potatoes will be good enough to serve as a separate course because the aromatic juices from the roast have been poured over it. It may be an hors-d'oeuvre of anchovies and eggs, a salad of chick peas, a pot-au-feu or a beef stew which will be different from the pot-au-feu and the beef stew of other regions because of the herbs and the wine that have gone into it, even because of the pot it has cooked in. There will be vegetable dishes, too. The haricots verts are remarkable, although of course you won't get them on the crowded coast in August. Provence is now a great market garden centre, and from Cavaillon and Pertuis come melons, asparagus, artichokes, lettuces, courgettes, aubergines, peaches and cherries to enrich our own English markets. The little town of Le Thor supplies France with great quantities of table grapes; Carpentras is the centre of a lively trade in the local black truffles. The natural eaves round about the astonishing red and ochre village of Roussillon are used for a large-scale cultivation of mushrooms; Apt provides peach jam and bitter cherry jam and most of the crystallized apricots we ourselves buy at Christmas time. It is also one of the few places hereabouts where you can still find the old traditional earthenware gratin dishes, saucepans and cooking pots of Provence.

Of course the inhabitants of Provence do not live upon aïoli and grillades au fenouil and bouillabaisse; in the hill villages of the Var and the Comtat and the Vaucluse you are lucky if you get fresh fish once a week; on the other hand nearly every village butcher makes his own sausages and pork pátés, up in the Basses Alpes their own páté de grives, too, and sometimes there will be locally cured ham, jambon de montagne. Once in the little town of Sault, on the lower slopes of the Mont Ventoux, I heard an old peasant lady getting very agitated because the shop assistant had inadvertently cut her a slice of ordinary commercial ham instead of the locally cured variety. The ham was for her dish of petits pois and that jambon de Paris would make it insipid, did Mademoiselle understand? Yes, Mademoiselle understood perfectly, and kept everybody in the crowded shop waiting while she cut the precise piece of ham required by the old lady.

In the season, in the villages of the Vaucluse, asparagus or wonderful broad beans will be a few francs a kilo, a basket of cherries or strawberries the same. Perhaps you may arrange for the bus driver to bring you some brandade of salt cod out from Cavaillon or Apt for Friday lunch; at Les Saintes Maries and Aigues Mortes and other places isolated out in the marshes the travelling market stall called the Lion of Arles sets up in the Place and sells Arles sausage, charcuterie and good butter. Perhaps a sheep farmer's wife will come down the hill with rabbits to sell, and the ewe's milk cheeses called Banons, wrapped in chestnut leaves or flavoured with the peppery herb called poivre d'âne, the Provençal version of savory.

Provence is not without its bleak and savage side. The inhabitant wage perpetual warfare against the ravages of the mistral; it takes
strong temperament to stand up to this ruthless wind which sweep Provence for the greater part of the year. One winter and spring when the mistral never ceased its relentless screaming round our crumbling hill village opposite the Lubéron mountain we all seemed to come perilously near to losing our reason, although it is, of course, only fair to say that the truly awful wine of that particular district no doubt also contributed its share. It was the kind of wine which it was wisest to drink out of a tumbler so that there was room for a large proportion of water. I often wonder, when I hear people talking so enthusiastically of those fresh little wines of Provence, how they would feel about them if they had nothing else to drink. Most of them are made by the cooperative societies nowadays, and what they have lost in character they appear to have gained in fieriness. Of course, there are good wines in Provence but finding them is not easy, and the situation is further aggravated by the growing habit of Provençal restaurateurs of serving all white and rosé wines so frozen that any character they may have had has become unrecognizable.

Then there was the tragic spring of 1956 when it was not so much the mistral which had struck Provence as the terrible frosts of the preceding winter. Acre upon acre of blighted, blackened olive tree made the Provençal landscape almost unrecognizable. Hundreds of small farmers had lost their livelihood for years to come.
It does not do to regard Provence simply as Keats's tranquil land of song and mirth. The melancholy and the savagery are part of its spell.

French Provincial Cooking
chosen by Jacqueline Korn

When I started cooking 'seriously' at the beginning of the sixties, French Provincial Cooking was the book which inspired me more than any other. The piece about Provence seems to me to show Elizabeth writing at her best, conjuring up a different, exotic world where food was colourful and full of flavour, and eating was the most pleasurable of activities.

When I went to live in Rome in 1965 Italian Food was my bible. The Italian Store Cupboard from that book sums up the whole flavour of Italian food as well as Elizabeth's talent for sharing her excitement about ingredients and place. Looking through my notes from that time I see that a favourite dinner party menu which I would produce would be Melanzane Ripiene, followed by Costolette alla Bolognese, ending up with Monte Bianco.

Jacqueline Korn

Copyright (c) 1998 The Estate of Elizabeth David

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