A captivating novel of Renaissance Italy detailing the mysterious life of Bartolomeo Scappi, the legendary chef to several popes and author of one of the bestselling cookbooks of all time, and the nephew who sets out to discover his late uncle’s secrets—including the identity of the noblewoman Bartolomeo loved until he died.
When Bartolomeo Scappi dies in 1577, he leaves his vast estate—properties, money, and his position—to his nephew and apprentice Giovanni. He also gives Giovanni the keys to two strongboxes and strict instructions to burn their contents. Despite Scappi’s dire warning that the information concealed in those boxes could put Giovanni’s life and others at risk, Giovanni is compelled to learn his uncle’s secrets. He undertakes the arduous task of decoding Scappi’s journals and uncovers a history of deception, betrayal, and murder—all to protect an illicit love affair.
As Giovanni pieces together the details of Scappi’s past, he must contend with two rivals who have joined forces—his brother Cesare and Scappi’s former protégé, Domenico Romoli, who will do anything to get his hands on the late chef’s recipes.
With luscious prose that captures the full scale of the sumptuous feasts for which Scappi was known, The Chef’s Secret serves up power, intrigue, and passion, bringing Renaissance Italy to life in a delectable fashion.
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About the Author
Crystal King is an author, culinary enthusiast, and marketing expert. Her writing is fueled by a love of history and a passion for the food, language, and culture of Italy. She has taught classes in writing, creativity, and social media at several universities including Harvard Extension School and Boston University, as well as at GrubStreet, one of the leading creative writing centers in the US. A Pushcart Prize–nominated poet and former co-editor of the online literary arts journal Plum Ruby Review, Crystal received her MA in critical and creative thinking from UMass Boston, where she developed a series of exercises and writing prompts to help fiction writers in medias res. She resides in Boston but considers Italy her next great love after her husband, Joe, and their two cats, Nero and Merlin. She is the author of Feast of Sorrow.
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The Chef’s Secret
Roma, April 14, 1577
Word traveled fast at the Vaticano, even during the darkness of night. Within an hour of Bartolomeo Scappi’s passing, serving women from all over the palazzo had come to the chef’s bedside, crying for the man they had loved and respected. They keened and wept, tearing at their hair, their skin, and clothing, their wails filling the gilded halls. Francesco Reinoso, the Vaticano scalco, ordered the staff to bring candles, and soon they filled the room with their glow, lighting up the shadows and illuminating the faces of the mourners. As papal steward, Francesco always kept things in order, even when his best friend was before him on the bier.
I sat in the corner and watched, lost and helpless, as two of the kitchen servants helped my mother, Caterina, and her maid bathe and dress my late uncle Bartolomeo. Of course, these women needed not take on this macabre task—the servants who reported to Francesco were more than capable, but they insisted, such was their love for my uncle. The heavy odor of rosewater hung in the air as they perfumed Bartolomeo’s skin. It broke my heart to breathe in the scent. It was a smell he had loved, using the floral essence to flavor thousands of dishes in his kitchen.
For the last eleven of my thirty years, I had worked as an apprentice to Bartolomeo, a lion of a man who spent his days fussing over pots of boiling meats, scribbling elaborate seating arrangements on thin parchment, directing kitchen servants on which pies to bake and how many ducks to cook. Being related to Bartolomeo Scappi was a great honor. As the celebrated private chef to several popes, he was lauded in circles all over Italy, and countless cardinali, nobles, kings, and queens had fallen under the spell of his cuisine as I had. I always thought him invincible. And he had been, until five days past when sickness broke his spirit and laid him low. During his illness, I eschewed my duties in the kitchen and remained by his side, ever my uncle’s braccio destro, his right hand, as he often referred to me. He was more to me than my maestro; he was also the father I never had, my own having died of plague before I was born. To see him stretched out before me, his eyes closed, his skin so pale and cold, seemed inconceivable.
“Giovanni,” Francesco said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “We are ready to move him.”
I nodded my assent and watched with a heavy heart as eight men lifted Bartolomeo’s body onto a stretcher to carry him to the nearby Cappella Sistina, where the vigil would continue. I followed. As I entered the chapel adorned with breathtaking frescoes of the pagan sibyls and figures of the Old Testament, I thought how fitting it was for my uncle to lie beneath the magnificent paintings of Michelangelo, a man he once called friend.
Throughout the night and into the early morning, everyone the chef knew came to the chapel to pay their respects, light a candle, and share their condolences.
Relief flooded through me when Valentino arrived. He was my dearest friend and knew me better than any other. When I was nine and my mother had decided she was tired of Tivoli and moved us to Roma, I came to know Valentino Pio da Carpi and we became friends despite our difference in station. One of Valentino’s great-uncles was Agostino Chigi, the famously wealthy Roman banker. Between the Chigi wealth on his mother’s side and the riches of the Carpi family on his father’s, Valentino was a man who would want for nothing in his life. But the money had never mattered to Valentino. He loved me like a brother. And I him.
I caught his eye as he entered the chapel, which was full of flickering candlelight that illuminated the frescoes covering the walls and ceiling. I had been in the cappella dozens of times, but always during the day. At night it held a strange magic that was difficult to explain. The paintings seemed larger, the saints even more beautiful and imposing. I was glad Pope Gregory had allowed special dispensation for the chapel’s use. How Francesco had managed it I did not know and did not ask.
My best friend lived in a magnificent palazzo not far from the Vaticano. His mother, Serafina, accompanied him, the shadow of her cloak masking most of her face. Valentino led her through the ornate gilded door in the marble screen at the end of the chapel and across the black and white circles of tile. I stood to greet him.
“Gio, oh, Gio. We came as soon as we heard.” Valentino shook his head as he neared, his long dark hair falling into his eyes. “Your sorrow is my sorrow.” He pulled me close in a strong hug.
“Thank you for coming,” I said. “Francesco sent for you?”
“Yes, God bless that man. Always making sure the world is running, even when his own heart must be breaking.” Serafina pushed past her son and enveloped me in an embrace, her frail arms full of surprising strength. She smelled like lavender. “I loved your uncle,” she whispered in my ear. “He never failed to make me smile.” Her tears wet the collar of my vest.
As she pulled away, her hood slid back to reveal her soft, elegant features, which still held a hint of the beauty she must have been. I was thankful for her compassion. A boy of Valentino’s standing should not have befriended an apprentice like me, but Serafina never blinked an eye, accepting me graciously into their home and their lives. It was part of what made me love her so much—she was generous almost to a fault, caring for her servants as though they were family, never minding what the rest of the aristocracy thought.
Valentino glanced over to where Bartolomeo lay. “How is your mother doing?”
My mother sat next to her brother, staring at his silent form, her fingers rubbing her rosary beads. She had been close to Bartolomeo, and if my grief felt like weights upon me, I could not imagine how much heavier was the burden she bore.
“As well as can be,” I said. “You know how close they were.”
Valentino put a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “Go to her, Mamma. She told me once how much she admired you. Perhaps you can give her comfort.”
Serafina nodded and walked away, wiping her eye with the back of her glove just before she put a hand on my mother’s shoulder. The two women held each other and sobbed.
Valentino smiled a little. “Women are always adept with tears, are they not?”
“Agreed. But so am I today.”
“They are honorable tears, for an honorable man. But what happened? How could he have become so sick?”
I shivered. “The doctor said Bartolomeo was no force against la polmonite. His lungs would not clear.”
Valentino lowered his head. “Today is a dark day. You’ll bury him at alla Regola?”
“Yes, of course!” a gravelly voice answered him from behind.
Virgilio Bossi, one of Bartolomeo’s dearest friends, the man who first helped him find work in Roma. The chiesa of Santi Vincenzo e Anastasio alla Regola was the guild church of the Company of Cooks and Bakers, of which Virgilio had been maestro since before I was old enough to walk. His personality was bold, a match to Bartolomeo’s, and his hair and beard always appeared wild and slightly unkempt.
The burly man clasped me on the shoulder. “There could be no other resting place for someone as celebrated as Bartolomeo Scappi! Your uncle’s service to the guild will be greatly missed. We will honor his legacy as befitting.”
Virgilio’s wife, Simona, dabbed at her red and puffy eyes with a fringed handkerchief. When she saw Bartolomeo’s body, she let out a cry, rushed to his side, and threw herself upon his supine form. Her sobs came in gulping gasps. My mother and Serafina moved to comfort her.
“Dio mio!” Virgilio swore. He leaned in to me and Valentino, lowering his voice. “Forgive her dramatics. She has been distraught since she heard the news. Your uncle, may he rest in peace, he could charm the ladies, could he not?”
I could not help but chuckle, especially when Valentino made his own snort of laughter. More than one noblewoman had mooned after the charismatic cook. “That he did.” I swallowed hard. “Tell me, Virgilio, what needs to be done for the procession and the funeral? I am at a loss.”
Virgilio grew serious. “Do not worry about a thing. It’s all taken care of. I arranged it with Bartolomeo years ago. Even the marble has been inscribed.”
My mind reeled with the thought of my uncle so prepared that the marble of his headstone was already engraved. I shut my open mouth, working to regain my composure. “What do you mean?”
Virgilio unfastened the button of his cloak and a servant appeared at his elbow to take it from him. “Gio, your uncle is one of the most important men in our entire company. He deserves a fine procession and a grand funeral. The guild is honored to send him off to God like the king of cooks he was.”
Virgilio was right: Bartolomeo would have wanted a grand show. He was the master of spectacle. To imagine less for him at the end seemed unthinkable. “Thank you,” I managed, choking back another bout of tears.
We discussed the arrangements. Virgilio suggested that members of the guild with the closest relationship to Bartolomeo should carry the bier in the procession. He had already sent men to the chiesa to cut the marble floor where my uncle would be buried. Virgilio had only to ask the priest to arrange the requiem mass and eulogy.
I was relieved that I could rely on Virgilio and glad he had already set many of the wheels in motion.
Finally, he gathered up his wife and made to leave. “We will come for him late morning. Try to get some rest, my boy.”
A hand tapped me on the shoulder. Cardinale Gambara’s elegant red and gold cape rumpled around his shoulders, and there was a crease on his cheek as though he had fallen asleep in his clothes and was roughly awakened. The look in his eyes showed a mixture of sympathy and sadness.
“Your uncle was the best kind of man, Giovanni. He made many people happy with his food and his friendship. We are fortunate to have known him. Now he will know God, so be comforted.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak.
Valentino nudged me, and when I looked away from the cardinale, I found Pope Gregory in front of me. Instinctively, I dropped to my knee and bowed my head. The pope held out his hand for me to kiss his ring. The embossed gold was cold and hard against my lips. It made me think of the headstone that would soon mark the legacy of Bartolomeo’s life. Pope Gregory said a blessing over me and gestured for me to rise, then kissed me on both cheeks.
“May the Lord shine his face upon you, Giovanni, and may you shine your light on the world in his name.”
“Thank you, Your Eminence.”
“Your uncle was a man of admirable service to the papacy. We know you will continue his good work as our cuoco segreto.”
“Yes, Your Holiness, it would be my honor.”
“Excellent.” Pope Gregory gave me a weak smile, then turned his attention to the cardinale.
I sat down, shaking. I had not had many audiences with Gregory, and although I myself did not adhere much to religion, the aged pope always made me nervous. He was a stern man, given to little excess. He had ruled the church and much of Italy with an iron fist for the past five years, implementing drastic reforms to rout out Protestant heretics and designating a committee to update the Index of Forbidden Books, those banned for being anticlerical or lascivious. Bartolomeo had often told me in confidence how little he cared for this pontiff, who was only slightly better than his forbearer, Pope Pius V. Both men subsisted on bread, gruel, a little meat, apples, and water, and the dearth of elaborate banquets that had made Bartolomeo famous—replete with pies packed with birds, peacocks dressed to look alive, statues made of sugar and marzipan, and the intricate, delicate molded gelatins filled with cherries and other fruits, common in the times of Pope Julius III and previous princes in the cardinalate—had left my uncle despondent. Only on rare occasion did the pope let Bartolomeo and me work for other nobles, as we did at the Easter banquet held by the Colonna family a few weeks back.
Instead we cooked bland daily meals, meals uninspiring to a chef of such genius. Still, the pope held a strong liking for my uncle and his work for the church over the years, respecting his knightly title of count palatine and the civic and honorific position of mace bearer, both bestowed upon him by Pius V. These positions elevated him beyond mere chef and guaranteed him specific entitlements as a respected member of the pope’s cabinet. After the banquets of the past disappeared, Bartolomeo and his staff, including me, were left with little to do, but for some reason I had never discerned—money or perhaps security—Bartolomeo chose to remain loyal to the papacy.
Now it was my turn to swear loyalty to the pope, to be his cuoco segreto, his secret chef, his private cook. An immediate future of barley soup and apples awaited me. I sighed.
Valentino and his mother left shortly afterward, placing kisses on both my cheeks before they departed. The remaining friends, servants, and wailing women trailed out after them. Soon only Caterina and I sat by Bartolomeo’s side.
The image of my uncle lying upon the pillow in death was one I would never forget. He wore a mask of peace, a slight smile turning the corner of his lips. My heart, my head, every part of me ached for the hole my uncle had left.
I pulled up a chair next to my mother. She gave me a grateful smile and leaned her head against me. We sat together in silence, looking through bleary eyes at the no-longer imposing figure on the bed before us.
My mother spoke first. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so quiet. His voice was always booming. He always talked so fast.”
“He was forever excited about something,” I agreed.
“Even the small things. He was always so enthusiastic. He had a way of making you want to believe everything he said, even if you knew it was outrageous.”
I squeezed her shoulder playfully. “Didn’t you?”
“Didn’t I what?”
“Believe everything he said.”
“Mostly,” she said. Then quieter, “Mostly.”
* * *
At some point, Francesco returned for us. He must have been as tired and saddened as we were, but there was no evidence on the man’s fine-lined face. He was, as always, expertly coiffed, his flat black hat flopped in perfect array atop a head of silvered hair.
“I arranged for a room for you tonight, Signora Brioschi,” he said. My mother lived a short distance away, across the Tevere, not far from the ancient Pantheon, but to return so late was perilous. It had not occurred to me she would need a place to sleep, but of course Francesco had thought of everything.
“Grazie, Francesco. You are too kind.” Caterina kissed us both and departed with one of the maids.
I was grateful for Francesco. He always had everything in order, even when things felt like chaos. We had been colleagues for over a decade, first serving together under Cardinale Michele Ghislieri, he as a steward and me as an apprentice chef. When the cardinale took on the mantle of Pope Pius V, Francesco and I followed him to the Vaticano, where my uncle was working as maestro della cucina. I became Bartolomeo’s apprentice and secondo, and Francesco took on the prestigious duties of papal scalco.
I thanked Francesco for his help that week. He had assisted with some of my supervisory duties while I attended to Bartolomeo in his illness. The other chef who had reported to Bartolomeo, Antonio, was responsible for the main Vaticano kitchen, which serviced the staff and the various clergy living in the palazzo, but he often lacked confidence and needed supervision, a role that now fell to me. As cuoco segreto, I would also oversee the pope’s private kitchen.
Francesco waved a hand at me. “Of course, Giovanni. It is the least I could do for you and Bartolomeo. We are lucky Easter celebrations are past.”
I nodded. “Lucky indeed. Everything depended upon him during those meals. He was a true master. I feel like I hardly learned a tenth of what he knew.”
Francesco shook his head at me. “Do not underestimate yourself, Giovanni. I saw all those sugar sculptures. Few could have orchestrated such a spectacle!”
I thought back to the dinner, and as I recalled the various dishes going out to the table, I realized I was pulling at my hair, fingering the curls. It was a nervous habit for which Bartolomeo always scolded me. “Stop that, boy! You’ll get hair in the food!” To him I was always boy, although I was already nineteen by the time I became his apprentice.
“Your uncle gave me something meant for you.”
Francesco drew a cord out from the pouch tied to his belt. He handed it to me. Two bronze keys were attached.
“Keys to the strongboxes in his studiolo. He was failing when we talked, but I am under the impression he did not want you to read the documents under those locks, just to burn them. He lamented he hadn’t yet done it himself.”
I was puzzled. I knew the small strongbox on the desk in his studiolo well, but I could not picture a second one. Nor could I imagine what could be so terrible that Bartolomeo would want it burned.
“I know what you are thinking, Gio. I won’t tell you what to do, but Bartolomeo was extraordinarily concerned about those documents falling into the wrong hands.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “He said there were lives at stake.”
“Lives at stake?” I was incredulous.
He nodded. “That’s what he said.”
“I don’t understand. He could have asked you to do this for him.”
Francesco looked to the ground. “He did. At least at first I thought he did. He was not himself, Gio. He thought I was you.”
He hugged and kissed me, and departed, leaving me with the two keys, heavy and cold in my hand.
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for The Chef’s Secret includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Crystal King. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your con- versation and enhance your enjoyment of the book.
When famed papal chef Bartolomeo Scappi dies, he leaves his vast estate—properties, money, and his position—to his nephew and apprentice, Giovanni. He also gives Giovanni the keys to a strongbox containing his journals, with strict instructions to burn them. But curiosity gets the best of the young chef, and Giovanni undertakes the arduous task of decoding the diaries, which contain a trove of secrets, including the shocking revelation that Scappi is not Gio’s uncle but his father. More surprising still is the fact that Gio’s mother, fondly nicknamed “Stella” by Scappi, was a noble “princess.” As Giovanni pieces together the sordid details of Scappi’s past, he must also contend with his brother Cesare, who has acted toward him with unbridled malice for as long as he can remember, and Domenico Romoli, a former protégé of Scappi who is determined to get—by any means necessary—the recipes that will allow him to steal Scappi’s legacy and ensure his own fame. Just as Gio discovers that these two rivals have joined forces to conspire against him, a new threat emerges that may tear apart his own romantic relationship. Shaken, but never- theless determined to uncover his mother’s identity, Giovanni and his best friend, Valentino, set off for Venice, where Scappi had first laid eyes on his “star” more than half a century earlier. The lengthy journey proves fruitful as archival records of her first marriage reveal the shocking truth of who Stella really is, and Gio finally comes to understand the decisions made by his parents and the lengths they went to in order to protect what was most important to them.
Topics & Questions for Discussion
1. Why did Bartolomeo Scappi first begin to keep a journal? In his last entry, he writes: “All I have done in the last sixty-nine years, I did for two things” (page 14). What are those two things? Why does he keep his journals hidden, and how does he feel about the journals as he approaches the end of his life?
2. How do Scappi and his love, “Stella,” first meet? Why did they have to keep their romance a secret? What obstacles did they face in keeping their relationship under wraps? What would have been the consequences if they had been found out? What does their romance reveal about social class and marriage during this time period?
3. Explore the motif of secrets. Who in the novel keeps secrets and from whom are these secrets kept? Are any of the secrets ever revealed? If so, what are the implications or outcomes?
4. Many of the characters in the novel have a vendetta against someone else or against another family. Why do they have these vendettas? What is a vendetta and why were they so common at this time? What might these vendettas reveal about the cor- responding themes of honor and justice?
5. Who suggests that Bartolomeo Scappi should write a cookbook? Were you surprised by this? How is Scappi acquainted with this person and what was their relationship like before this
suggestion was made? Did the suggestion change your view of their relationship? Explain.
6. Consider the theme of legacy. Which of the characters in the novel are concerned with legacy and how do they undertake to secure their own legacy? What do they hope to leave behind and what challenges do they face? Are they ultimately successful in securing their legacy?
7. Why is Scappi often limited in his daily work? Whose teachings does the author say became a threat to the ostentatious way of living of many Catholics of the time? How did these teachings ultimately affect the work obligations for chefs like Bartolomeo and Giovanni?
8. How do the characters respond to the comet they see follow- ing Scappi’s death? What significance do they believe it has? Why do you think they were so struck by it? At the end of the book, the author writes that this sighting was based on a real sixteenth-century event. What discovery does the author reveal that this historical sighting helped to make possible?
9. Why does Gio attempt to hide from Isabetta the journal con- taining his father’s copy of the poem that he found pasted to the statue Pasquino? What happens as a result? What connection is there between Isabetta’s family and Gio’s family and how does Isabetta discover this? How does her family react to this discovery?
10. What do Val and Gio learn when they visit the Libro d’Oro in Venice and what impact does it have on their relationship? Who is “Stella” and how do they respond to the news of her identity? Were you surprised by this revelation? Why or why not?
11. Who was responsible for the death of Giacomo Crispo? Was justice served for his murder? What implications does this have for Giovanni later in the story? How does this contribute to a dialogue about the theme of justice? Does the book suggest whether there is inherently justice in the world? Was there a system of justice within society at the time reflected in the book? Discuss.
12. At first, Giovanni is shocked by the revelations about his father. How does Giovanni come to a better understanding of his father and his father’s choices after the events in Venice? How are the two men alike? What does Gio ultimately decide to do with his father’s recipes and why? Do you agree with his decision? Why or why not?
Enhance Your Book Club
1. Use the book as a starting place to explore Renaissance culture. How does King’s account fit in with other historical accounts of this time? What does King’s use of this setting reveal about life in Italy during the Renaissance? Consider what the book reveals about social customs, class, and religion, for instance.
2. Giovanni learns about his family—and himself—by exploring Scappi’s journals. Investigate your own ancestry. What did you find that may have surprised you or that allowed you to come to a better understanding of your family or yourself?
3. Have a Renaissance-themed dinner party with your book club. Visit CrystalKing.com to request your copy of The Chef’s Secret cookbook. Invite your guests to bring dishes inspired by The Chef’s Secret and other Renaissance tales or make a few dishes together. Share your creations on social media using the hashtag #TheChefsSecret.
4. Imagine that you are writing your own cookbook. What recipes would you include in the book to be a part of your legacy and why? What do the recipes reveal about you, your life, and the time and culture in which you live?
5. Read the book alongside King’s first novel, Feast of Sorrow. What do the two books have in common? What do the two books reveal about the role and impact of food and the culinary arts throughout history?
A Conversation with Crystal King
Your first novel, Feast of Sorrow, was set in ancient Rome. What inspired you to set this novel in Renaissance Italy?
Once you start to delve into the world of Italian cuisine, it’s readily apparent that there are a variety of interesting cooks, carvers, and stewards who left behind fascinating accounts of how they created incredible feasts and banquets for the richest families and rulers in Italy. I found Bartolomeo Scappi’s cookbook fascinating. I found that there isn’t much known about his life despite his being one of the most famous chefs in Italy. I loved the idea of imagining all the blank spots in his timeline.
Several Renaissance artists have cameos in The Chef’s Secret. Do you have a personal favorite among the Renaissance artists and, if so, can you tell us who and why?
Scappi likely cooked for many famous Renaissance artists since their patrons were wealthy cardinals and popes, so I thought it would be fun to include them. I love the goldsmith Benvenuto Cellini the most. His autobiography is a larger-than-life, self-serving, over-the- top read, and one of my favorite books of all time. I also loved the idea of how he decided to document everything he did, even the very sordid parts, like when he killed a man and landed in jail (but was freed because the pope wanted him to create more works for him). He was the inspiration for me to have Bartolomeo keep detailed journals for every aspect of his life, which is why I included him in the way that I did.
Bartolomeo Scappi was a real-life chef who lived in Italy during the Renaissance. What challenges did you face in utilizing a historical figure as the central character in your novel? What made him a particularly enticing character for you?
We don’t know much about Scappi and it was only recently that we discovered some things such as his place of birth and his will. But we know the people he worked for, and we can piece together a lot from the commentary in his cookbook, L’Opera di Bartolomeo Scappi. I find it fun to connect the dots with what we know and what we don’t know, so in that regard it was like figuring out a puzzle. That said, I found the world of ancient Rome more accessible in some ways than the Renaissance. When it comes to the Renaissance, everyone is obsessed with the art of artists of that period, and there is a dis- proportionate weight given to that topic than there is to the daily life of the Italians.
Can you please share with us some of your favorite food writers or cookbook authors?
First of all, if you want an entirely different take on Bartolomeo Scappi (set in a time slightly earlier than he actually lived), check out the fantastic Borgia Chronicles by Kate Quinn, in which he is a character. For a wonderful food novel set in Renaissance Venice, I recommend The Chef’s Apprentice by Elle Newmark.
And for cookbooks that will give you Renaissance inspiration, check out Francine Segan’s Shakespeare’s Kitchen: Renaissance Recipes for the Contemporary Cook. I also recommend Da Vinci’s Kitchen: A Secret History of Italian Cuisine by Dave DeWitt and Venice and Food by Sally Spector. The latter is an incredibly beautiful and highly readable cookbook that combines history, painting, and food into one volume. Many of the recipes harken back to the Renaissance, and you can still find those flavors today in Venetian homes.
M. F. K. Fisher was one of my earliest inspirations to become a food writer. If you love reading about food and culture, her books are must-reads.
If you were writing a cookbook with the intention of preserving your legacy, what are one or two of the recipes it would contain? What might these recipes tell us about you and your life and times?
There are so many! My grandfather’s mayonnaise sugar cookie recipe is a must-make at Christmas. I make tortellini soup in the winter, which is especially good when my husband or I feel sick. The ancient Roman dish Parthian chicken, which is featured in Feast of Sorrow, was one of the first historical dishes I ever made. We still make it for dinner regularly (find the recipe on CrystalKing.com). And one of my dear friends, famed Boston bartender Todd Maul, named a starry gin and elderflower drink after me, the Crystal, and has served it in his bars for the past decade.
How did the experience of writing The Chef’s Secret compare to your experience writing Feast of Sorrow?
I was struck by how much easier it was to write the second novel, simply because I felt like I sort of knew what I was doing this time around. The first novel is hard because it’s so new and you are still figuring out the ups and downs of plot, and don’t really have a sense of what will eventually need to be cut, or which characters aren’t really working until you’ve spit it all out on the page. With this second book, I had a sense along the way that I should keep an eye out for little things, like cutting excessive adjectives, managing dialogue tags, and creating characters in such a way that it would save me loads of time on editing later.
I did, however, find research to be a little harder, as I mentioned in a previous question. Italian Renaissance texts love to focus on the art. I think if I were researching the Tudors or other areas in the same era, it might have been a little bit easier. Also, there are less artifacts of the time when you go to museums—it’s all paintings and sculpture vs. pottery, furniture, and the more mundane trappings of Renaissance Italian living.
As you were writing the novel, what most surprised you about any one of the characters?
Salvi was a surprise. He just showed up and made himself far more useful than I might have expected. To me that’s one of the most amazing things about writing, when your subconscious just yanks characters and actions out of your head and slips them into the story.
As a reader, who are some of the storytellers you find most inspiring and why?
Stephen King was one of my earliest influences. The way he tells a story is riveting from beginning to end. He is a master storyteller. Italo Calvino is another favorite—his stories are dripping with beauty and wonder. I will also read anything that Catherynne Valente writes. The worlds she builds are ones from which I rarely want to leave.
There are rumors that you have already begun writing your third book. Will there be another culinary theme? Have you already chosen a setting? Can you give us any hints?
The rumors of my third book are well founded. In fact, as I write this, I’m getting ready to visit Bologna, Ravenna, Urbino, and Rome, all of which are the backdrop for my next novel, also set in the Renais- sance. And yes, of course, there will be lots of food!
Have you ever explored your own ancestry? Was there any- thing interesting that you learned that you weren’t expecting to uncover?
I have. There are a whole bunch of crazy things in my ancestry, including two ancestors on the Mayflower and a line that can nearly be traced back to Charlemagne. One very interesting thing I discovered was that my thirteenth great-grandfather was Francis Bryan, the best friend to Henry VIII and the betrayer of Anne Boleyn. He was also a contemporary of Scappi’s, whose employer, Cardinal Campeggio, was the man who was the legate to the court of Henry VIII and one of the men who arranged for Henry’s excommunication from the Catholic Church. That means Bartolomeo’s boss likely knew my very great-grandfather. What a small, small world, right?
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Giovanni is the nephew of Bartolomeo Scappi, a chef to popes and a man of many secrets. So many secrets that he had two chests of journals, many written with insets of cipher that contained the most ‘delicate’ matters, all left to the nephew Giovanni, along with a house, a small fortune, recipes and a knife, with instructions that he burn all of the journals before curiosity encourages him to read them. An apprentice to his uncle since the age of 19, the now thirty-year-old Giovanni is unable to simply ‘burn’ the journals, and starts to read and uncover secrets that still hold danger for those he knows and loves. King has created a story that is rich in two separate times: Giovanni is describing the now in the year of 1577 after his uncle’s death, while the journals lead us back in time as the first was penned some fifty years earlier, explaining the days and highlights of Barto’s life as a younger man on his way to making a mark on the world. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how this story would unfold or read, and to my delight it was wholly captivating and full of the intrigue, gossip, machinations and maneuvers that one would expect, particularly knowing, if in brief, the history of the popes and the ‘nobility’ of Italy. Remember, Bartolomeo’s story is happening just after the Borgia pope Alexander VI, father of Lucretia. Now can you see the ‘dangers’ and jostling that was needed for survival as a chef, and to thrive – it required even more. Most interesting is Giovanni’s relationships that have changed with both the inheritance and his uncovering secrets of his own birth, the lengths to which his uncle Bartolomeo went to protect his own love and secrets, and the unmasking of secrets on the way to finding a new and perhaps more secure and bright future. As little is known factually about Bartolomeo, King’s use of imagination and some clearly well-researched materials brought a story that feels plausible, is studded with many references to real people, places and situations, and ends in ways that feel both possible and affirmative for the resolutions and decisions that Giovanni comes to throughout his discovery of the uncle he thought he knew. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
I chose to read this book because I’ve lived extensively in Italy, I’ve read Crystal King’s The Feast of Sorrow and enjoyed her approach to food. The Chef’s Secret did not let me down. The descriptions of food were enough to make me salivate remembering the pasta and other delights I ate there. Written in dual points of view alternating between Bartolomeo Scappi, the private chef to multiple popes, and his protegé/nephew Giovanni. Scappi was a famous chef and wrote on of the best-selling cookbooks of all times. Much of the book is divulged as Giovanni reads his uncle’s diaries. Giovanni must first solve the riddle of the coded sections then piece together his uncle’s life and the name of Scappi’s one true love. The book seemed well-researched, the Italian accurate as well as the descriptions of Rome and Venice. In the 16th century, if you’ve seen the TV programs about the Medici, the Sforzas, and the Borgias, apparently poisonings, swordplay, treachery, and infidelity were rampant. This book combines all that—part romance, part mystery, part intrigue—and delightful, sensual descriptions of food. It is a quick, fun read.
Simply put, this is a good story and enjoyable read. Bartolomeo Scappi was a legendary Italian chef to several cardinals and popes during the 16th Century. Not much is known about him other than he dedicated his still famous cookbook to his nephew and apprentice, Giovanni Brioschi. This and a few other known facts about him are incorporated into this story of food, love, loss, and intrigue that kept me fully engrossed from beginning to end. After Bartolomeo’s death, Giovanni inherits all of his uncle’s belongings including journals that take him on a quest through the Vatican, Rome, and Venice. The story has has multiples turns that keep you turning the pages and reveals truths not only about the Uncle that Giovanni thought he knew so well but about Giovanni’s own history. Both histories are much different than anything he could have imagined. The description of the feasts prepared by Bartolomeo and Giovanni are fun to read. The political environment of the Catholic Church and the wealthiest business leaders of that time are interesting and woven into the story. While the history is interesting, the story stands on its own. It The plot is intricate, moves at a nice pace and is never over-shadowed by the history of the period. Thank you to Atria books for providing me with an advanced galley of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Linda’s Book Obsession Reviews “The Chef’s Secret” by Crystal King, Atria Books, February 12, 2019 Crystal King, Author of “The Chef’s Secret” has written an intriguing, entertaining, captivating and unique novel. The Genres for this story are Fiction , Historical Fiction with the author’s interpretation, and Romance. The timeline for this story is around the Renaissance and the 16th Century in Italy. The author describes her colorful cast of characters as complex, and complicated. Bartolomeo Scappi is the first major chef that has served Popes and others in Italy, and also has written a cookbook. Upon his death, he leaves most of his wealth to his nephew and apprentice, Giovanni. Bartolomeo’s last wishes are that Gioavanni burn his papers and journals. Unfortunately, just like Pandoras’ box, Giovanni can’t leave well enough alone, and starts to read his Uncle’s journals and papers. What is inside, is extremely dangerous and can cause devastating consequences to a number of people, including Giovanni. Giovanni also has the threat of his brother and a former apprentice, who both want what Giovanni has inherited. Crystal King has vividly described many of the feasts and foods and banquets of the time. I appreciate the author’s writing style. There is suspense, mystery, romance, betrayal and loyalty. I would recommend this book for those readers who enjoy the marriage of fiction and history. I received n ARC from NetGalley for my honest review.
Chef Bartolomeo Scappi, the head cook for the Popes during the 1500's in Rome, dies suddenly and leaves most of his estate to his nephew, apprentice Giovanni Scappi who then steps into the head cook role Giovanni is given Bartolomeo's cooking knife and a set of keys and is told to destroy what is in the boxes. Giovanni's curiosity gets the better of him and he opens one of the boxes to find his Uncle's journals dating back years, Unfortunately much of the journals are unreadable because they are in codes. Instead of burning the journals, he decides to decipher them to find out what Bartolomeo had been hiding all these years. Within the notebooks Giovanni begins to see a different person than the kind, loving hardworking uncle he had always looked up to. He discovers Bartolomeo's secrets and even a murder. Bartolomeo, who never married had been carrying on an affair with a woman who was given the pseudonym Stella to hide her true identity. Who could Stella be? The Chef's Secret is filled with intrigue, suspense, love, deception, and many feasts. The story reads like a juicy soap opera!. Anyone interested in the history of Renaissance life in Italy will be fascinated with the intricate details of the Vatican, the architecture of the day, artwork of the period as well as the massive amount of foods which were consumed during feasts and some of the delicacies' origins.
This dual timeline novel of two chefs--Bartolomeo Scappi (a real life famous Renaissance chef) and his protege Giovanni--is a fast-paced read. I loved immersing myself in the 16th century and the papal politics. The two chefs cook for popes and the intrigue of that world is fascinating. The heart of this story is the secrets Bartolomeo kept and Giovanni's quest to uncover them, through Bartolomeo's coded journals. At the same time, we learn of both Bartolomeo's romance and Giovanni's. There are quite a few twists, and I don't want to give anything away, but this is a terrific historical novel.