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The Maxokk Ftira Anyone who visits Tal-Maxokk bakery at Nadur might think that those pizzerias that spend thousands on a new oven are crazy. Because
many of us would be happy to swap the pizzas we eat in restaurants at
Sliema or Marsalforn with their Gozitan-style traditional ftira, baked
in an old stone oven and fired with wood.
Such
a three-week wild goose chase is hardly surprising. Entering the bakery
is like entering a house - it doesn’t have a name or sign - since
except for the warm wave of heat that hits you at the door, there is
nothing to indicate that the brown-yellow aluminium door is the entrance
to a bakery. Inside
the living room-sized bakery, three women with aprons mill about; one
preparing the dough by massaging it gently with her fingers, the other
spreads the ingredients on top, while another places the ftira in the
bathroom-sized
oven, torched by pieces of wood in one corner which throw eerie
tongue-like glows to lick the blackened walls. Twenty minutes later, the
ftira will be crunchy and
sizzling.
The
ftira is as simple as the bakery itself. The are five types of ftira to
chose from; either a closed pizza bulging with cheese made from sheep's'
milk or an open one, which can be of sardines, tuna, an all-rounder and
an olive-ftira with olives, potatoes, capers, tomatoes, basil and
onions. The open ftiras start off with a layer of coin-thick sliced
potatoes, then chopped tomatoes, parsley, green
peppers, chopped garlic, sardines or tuna and then, finish it off by
pouring a lick of oil, plus a pinch of salt, pepper, basil and capers.
But
its uniqueness is in the sandy-coloured and crunch crust. Don't even
bother cutting it with a knife and fork - it is not made to demonstrate
table manners, only to fill an empty stomach. Anyway,
whether you like it or not, you can only tear it apart by pulling with
your teeth like a lion tearing pieces of meat from its dead prey. In
summer, Maria says that they turn out about 150 pizzas every day. She
and her husband took over the bakery some 37 years ago. Baking only
bread at first, they moved on to pizza when customers started to ask for
it.
Who
eats the Gozitan pizza? "Everyone does!" quickly smiles Grace:
"We get English, Germans, Italian, Maltese and people from all
corners of Gozo." You
must order your ftira about two hour before it would be cooked - either
by phoning the bakery or by going there. But don't be surprised if you turn up and leave empty-handed. "Sometimes we forget an order," admits Grace sheepishly. "Or we put the wrong ingredients in. Of course, most customers do not complain; they even wait outside until we finish their pizzas." Grace smiles wickedly then shrugs and adds: "They always come back so they don't really mind, do they?" There are other surprised for the unwary observer.
What
makes the pizza work, besides its taste, is the tradition behind it.
After turning our tastes to European dishes, mostly Italian, we are
rediscovering that Maltese cuisine is both good and nutritional.
"Our customers like our pizza because it is traditional and it is
cooked naturally with wood, rather than gas," explains Maria. "We are too old now and we want to retire," Maria says in a clipped voice, "I'm hoping one of my children would take over!" |
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