Slice of pizza paradise as Naples fetes UNESCO triumph

Neapolitan pizza makers take a bite on a pizza they prepared at the Capodimonte museum, which hosts the stone oven where first pizza margherita – named after an 18th century queen – was cooked, on December 6 in Naples. (AFP)
Updated 07 December 2017

Slice of pizza paradise as Naples fetes UNESCO triumph

NAPLES, Italy: Lady Luck loves a good pizza — or at least that is what Neapolitan “pizzaioli” must believe, because a city usually loath to tempt fate began celebrating its UNESCO victory before the result was even in.
“After 250 years waiting, the pizza is a UNESCO heritage! Congratulations Naples!” cried pizza maker Enzo Coccia, as crowds in the street outside the Sorbillo pizzeria erupted into cheers.
It didn’t matter that the cultural body’s World Heritage Committee was still a few hours away from making it an “intangible heritage“: there was no chance the world-famous dish could lose.
The day before Thursday’s much-awaited announcement, discs of floury dough flew through the air as jubilant pizzaioli feted the art of pizza making — from the wooden ovens used, to the spectacular handling of the mix to “oxygenate” it.
Passing families and youngsters whizzing by on scooters stopped to grab fresh slices dripping melted mozzarella as a man with a guitar burst into one of the songs dedicated to the Italian delicacy.
Dozens more chefs were expected to hand out free pizza to locals and tourists in the southern city after the decision, which paid homage to pizza’s key social as well as cultural role.
“Down the centuries, the Neapolitan art of pizza making has been based on a few key elements: water, flour, salt and yeast — and the excellent produce from the Campania countryside,” Coccia said.
“But it is also the hands, heart and soul of the pizzaiolo which allow us to make magic,” he added, describing the stretching and turning of the dough as “a love and passion that we transmit to others.”
The pizza’s humble ancestor, a plain affair usually tarted up with a bit of lard, was born less as an act of love than as a cheap, easy and fast way to feed the city’s army of poor in the 18th century.
“In around 1750 the first pizza appeared in the taverns, after which people began to specialize as ‘pizzaioli’ (pizza chefs),” said historian Antonio Mattozzi.
“By the end of the 18th century, the first pizzerias were born.”
But despite being an immediate hit with the locals, pizza failed to take off outside the city at first, he said.
It took Queen Margherita’s love of the classic tomato, mozzarella and basil version to fire up the imagination and taste buds of diners far and wide — at least that is how the story goes.
Hoping to win the hearts of the commoners, the queen asked in 1889 to try their favorite dish. And while she was unconvinced by anchovy and Parmesan-topped versions, the basil delight won her over.
Legend has it the winning combination was put together by pizza maker Raffaele Esposito, who baked it in the royal pizza oven in the grounds of the stunning hill-top Capodimonte Palace.
The Margherita offered to the queen was recreated Tuesday in the 300-year old oven by pizzaioli who hold no truck with modern toppings like pineapple and are on a mission to defend the real thing.
“We are honored to pass on secrets and tips,” Gino Sorbillo said.
“Each one of us might have a small detail that makes a difference, but we share them so that across the world those who want to make good Neapolitan pizza can do so.”
He said there were “youngsters from every culture who get in touch with us asking to learn, even sending us photographs of their pizza attempts online saying ‘what did I do wrong?’“
But fellow pizza maker Antonio Starita was not convinced that tips were enough, insisting that “to learn the art, you need to do long apprenticeships in pizzerias.”
Culture Minister Dario Franceschini, digging into a hot slice straight off the royal peel, said that while “pizza has become a universal patrimony, many around the world don’t even know it is Italian.”
“This UNESCO decision will establish the truth once and for all: that pizza is a global food — but it was born in Naples, and in this very oven.”

Muse: Saudi-Hawaiian yoga instructor Hanan Faiz talks self-discovery

Hanan Faiz is a Jeddah-based yoga instructor. (Photo supplied)
Updated 21 July 2018

Muse: Saudi-Hawaiian yoga instructor Hanan Faiz talks self-discovery

JEDDAH: The Jeddah-based Saudi-Hawaiian yoga instructor talks self-discovery, finding peace and ketchup.

Yoga has taught me to accept myself. I never thought I’d be able to say I love myself, but 99 percent of our struggles are mental — many of our negative beliefs aren’t true. With time, you realize that and think to yourself, “I’m not so bad.”

People think because I practice and teach yoga that I’m some sort of guru — cue angelic hymns in the background — and that I have everything figured out and am so peaceful. On the contrary, I practice yoga because I’m a bit crazy. Part of me is peaceful, but yoga is just one page in the book of my life, but that’s the image they see on my social media.

Humans love drama. We all want this fancy super-food gimmick that’s going to heal us. And a lot of first-timers think yoga will (magically) bring them peace and they’ll be practicing this cool, calm yoga flow. They don’t understand that I can’t bring them peace. It’s within themselves, and practice isn’t always fun. But I feel like people keep coming back because they’re tapping into self-discovery.

I get the weirdest things as gifts. I once got a package of different sauces and ketchup. I can’t even get my mind around that one.

I’m a believer in natural remedies but by far the quirkiest thing I’ve ever bought was eye drops from India made of onion, garlic, lemon and ginger extract. I tried it and felt like my eyes were on fire. But a few seconds later the burning sensation was gone and I could see better. I swear it works.

Less is more. We don’t need a lot to be happy.

I have found courage and acceptance that things can or can’t work out. I don’t allow fear to rule or take over my decisions. If it’s meant to be, then I’m grateful, and even if it isn’t, I’m still grateful. Everything that happened in the past led to who and what I am today. So I don’t have any regrets.