ALSO FROM THE MODERN LIBRARY FOOD SERIES
2005 Modern Library Paperback Edition
Introduction copyright © 2005 Mario Batali
Series introduction copyright © 2005 Ruth Reichl
Copyright © 1948, 1976 by Angelo Pellegrini
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Published in the United States by Modern Library, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. , New York.
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Originally published in 1948 by Macmillan Books, New York. This edition published by arrangement with the Estate of Angelo Pellegrini.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
Pellegrini, Angelo M. The unprejudiced palate: classic thoughts on food and the good life / Angelo Pellegrini; introduction by Mario Batali. p. cm. —(Modern Library food series) Originally published: Macmillan, 1948. eISBN: 978-0-307-78676-0 1. Gastronomy. 2. Cookery. I. Title. II. Modern Library food. TX633. P3823 2005 641’. 01’3—dc22 2004065597
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CONTENTS
Introduction to the Modern Library Food Series
Introduction
THE UNPREJUDICED PALATE
PART ONE:
1.
A Slight Touch of Heresy2. The Discovery of Abundance
3. The Things My Fathers Used to Do
4. Rooted in the Earth
5. The Cubicle of Temperance
6. The Dissipation of Prejudice
PART TWO:
1. Further Incursions into Heresy
2. The Kitchen and the Soup Kettle
3. Please, My Name Is Angelo
4. Fish Must Be Drowned in Wine
5. Some Culinary Preferences
6. Chicken and Other Small Fry
Conclusion:
INTRODUCTION TO THE MODERN LIBRARY FOOD SERIES
MY PARENTS thought food was boring. This may explain why I began collecting cookbooks when I was very young. But although rebellion initially inspired my collection, economics and my mother’s passion fueled it.
My mother was one of those people who found bargains irresistible. This meant she came screeching to a halt whenever she saw a tag sale, flea market, or secondhand store. While she scoured the tables, ever optimistic about finding a Steuben vase with only a small scratch, an overlooked piece of sterling, or even a lost Vermeer, I went off to inspect the cookbooks. In those days nobody was much interested in old cookbooks and you could get just about anything for a dime.
I bought piles of them and brought them home to pore over wonderful old pictures and read elaborate descriptions of dishes I could only imagine. I spent hours with my cookbooks, liking the taste of the words in my mouth as I lovingly repeated the names of exotic sauces: soubise, Mornay, dugléré. These things were never seen around our house.