Tracing one delicious snack around the Mediterranean showed me that modern borders are absurd | Federico De Blasi
Migration and cultural exchange have always been the norm between coastal European and African nations. We should celebrate this shared history We are used to
Migration and cultural exchange have always been the norm between coastal European and African nations. We should celebrate this shared history We are used to mapping the world by continents, dividing the globe into rigid geopolitical blocks. But to understand the complex reality behind each border, we are better off using a different, edible kind of cartography.
For most of human existence, the Mediterranean has existed as an intercultural entity in its own right, where peoples and languages from different lands blur the lines that constitute modern frontiers. And nowhere is this shared regional identity more beautifully preserved than in Mediterranean kitchens. Tracing the Italian Tyrrhenian coast, crossing the sea down to the shores of north Africa and then winding up to the Côte d’Azur, you will find a culinary pattern uniting diverse societies: an elemental batter of chickpea flour, water and olive oil.
Baked in blazing wood ovens or deep‑fried in pans, it changes its name at every port, but its soul stays the same: a golden, sometimes
crispy, sometimes soft proof that the peoples of the Mediterranean share a singular history that defies modern political boundaries. Continue reading...
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