Japanese Pizza and Intercontinental BeersColumn
Valborg turns upside down the kitchen of Anikó Mészáros too.
Some days before Valborg our flat – just like so many others in Lund – turned into a hostel. Two people moved in temporarily: the German and the Japanese. From the latter I was hoping for some real exotic food, for example sushi. I like sushi very much and those who have been in Japan said what we can taste is not the same. I didn’t make an explicit order though.
He came to party, why would he spend his whole day with sushi?
A very strange thing happened instead: the Japanese made pizza for the Italian.
They worked together but the Japanese was the chef. Don’t think he prepared some strange variation: it was real authentic Italian pizza. He must have had an Italian corridormate back in his old days in Lund.
The core is the dough. It requires some physical hardworking but once it’s done, you’re on track. You have to mix the followings: 1 1/2 cups of warm water, 1 package active dry yeast, 3 1/2 cups of flour, 2 teaspoons of olive oil and 1 teaspoon of salt. Then give it some time to ‘rest’ and form it to the shape of pizza.
What to put on the pizza? Well, anything. Well, almost anything. For example for Italians pineapple on pizza („Hawaii style”) is like ketchup on pasta: capital crime. Of course ketchup on pizza is also forbidden. And it is a good thing.
There is so much good that can go on it! And the rules are not strict. While our chef accurately designed three pizzas, the fourth one was free to improvisation. Equally great taste!
Apparently our pizzas brought all the craziness of Valborg on us. While the first night (some days before Valborg) we had a decent dinner, the day after we had pizza again, made from the leftover dough. And that’s when some people were randomly invited who invited others who others… at the end when my German guest arrived that night, there was only one tiny piece left for her. On the other hand, our kitchen table was full with German, Swedish and Japanese beer cans.
The situation didn’t change the next days either. Although there was no more pizza, beer and Valborg people stayed in our kitchen – even longer than me. The day after Valborg I had to leave Lund for a summer job. I hope they will be still there when I get back!