Elizabeth David was an English cookbook author. Her most known cookbook is her 1960 "French Provincial Cookbook."
Elizabeth was the first cookbook writer not to be a general "home economist", or a "chef." Her books were seen as serious and well-researched. She had a different writing style from all others before here: she was neither practical nor humble, but evocative, descriptive and lavish, talking about food ingredients and not just recipes that used them, drawing on literature and history to give the reader a deeper appreciation for the ingredients.
A good deal of the material in her books is actually travel writing; she'll describe orchards and markets, and try to capture flavours, colours and smells. Sometimes, it almost appears that the food is merely a vehicle to capture and make manifest the descriptions she gives of different ways of life. While other cookbook writers were still focussing on how to teach Brits on how to cook with less, or to adopt bits of foreign cooking into British cooking, Elizabeth David went whole hog and offered a complete immersion experience.
Her first book, published in 1950 called "Mediterranean Food", was essentially a piece of imaginative fiction for its British readers. They couldn't get half the ingredients she described, owing to rationing, and some hadn't even been available before rationing, but she created an interest in these food ingredients and a desire to try them, by making foods that people had heard of yet, such as courgettes (aka zucchini) and avocados sound very appealing in her writing.
She was a bit of a food snob, a middle-class writer for a middle-class audience, and certainly not the kind of person to bother with anything such as leftovers -- though many foodies in the same social class find this appealing. Though she professes to despise elaborate food and prefer simple instead, sometimes she is very clearly insistent that the simple doesn't necessarily mean uncomplicated. And though her recipes from other countries may have been cheap, everyday recipes made by peasants there, when imported to English-speaking countries they were complicated and drew on ingredients selling at prices that the original practitioners of the recipes couldn't have possibly afforded.
Elizabeth was a very private person, and didn't give away any of herself in the books. Few of her contemporaries knew that she'd had both male and female lovers, according to her biographer, Artemis Cooper (Writing at the Kitchen Table: The Authorized Biography of Elizabeth David.) Sometimes, her thoughts get crotchety: she was very opinionated, and didn't suffer fools gladly.
Elizabeth was the first British food writer to achieve recognition on the American side of the pond, since perhaps the late 1700s.
Her LifeElizabeth David (née Gwynne) was born 26 December 1913 to Rupert Gwynne (who was the Conservative MP for Eastbourne) and Stella Ridley Gwynne. She and her three sisters grew up in a house with staff in Wooton Manor, Sussex.
She went first to boarding school, then to the Sorbonne in Paris for two years, then to Munich to study German. By 1933, at the age of twenty, she was back in London, trying her hand at acting.
In 1939, she simply left England with a married man, Charles Gibson-Cowan. The two bought a boat and planned to sail around the Mediterranean. They were arrested off Sicily by the Italians as British spies, and their boat confiscated. They managed to get to the Greek island of Syros, and stayed there until it was bombed, whereupon they joined the refugees streaming to Cairo, still in British hands. Elizabeth got a job for the British Ministry of Information at a reference library there, abandoned Charles, and got married to a Lieutenant-Colonel Tony David.
Later, she and her husband went to India for eight months. By 1946, she had returned to London, and began to write food articles.In 1949, she got a hundred pound advance from a publisher, John Lehmann, for her book that would be called "A Book of Mediterranean Food" (published 1950.) The same year, she had a very minor stroke. In 1952, she spent eight months in Italy doing research for her 1954 book, "Italian Food", and throughout the 1950s, she did food and travel journalism pieces for Vogue magazine.
She lived in Chelsea, London.
- 1965 -- Opened the Elizabeth David Cookshop in London, England. Sold it off in 1973. It's now a small chain in southern England.
- 1976 -- Order of the British Empire
- 1977 -- Chevalier of the French Ordre du Merite Agricole
- 1979 -- Honorary doctorate from the University of Essex
- 1982 -- Made a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature
- 1986 -- Awarded a CBE (Commander of the British Empire) by the Queen
- 1992 -- She died on 22 May 1992. Towards the end, she had another stroke that caused her tongue to lose its sense of taste.
Since 2003, her papers have been at The Schlesinger Library of the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University.
Books by Elizabeth David
- 1950. Mediterranean Food
- 1951. French Country Cooking
- 1954. Italian Food
- 1955. Summer Cooking
- 1960. French Provincial Cooking
- 1970. Spices, Salt and Aromatics in the English Kitchen
- 1977. English Bread and Yeast Cookery
- 1984. An Omelette and a Glass of Wine
- 1994. Harvest of the Cold Months (posthumous)
- 2000. Is There a Nutmeg in the House? Essays on Practical Cooking with more than 150 Recipes (posthumous.)
- 2005. Of Pageants and Picnics. Posthumous selections from her previous books.
Literature & Lore
"I regard garlic presses as both ridiculous and pathetic, their effect being precisely the reverse of what people who buy them believe will be the case. Squeezing the juice out of garlic doesn't reduce its potency, it concentrates it and intensifies the smell. I have often wondered how it is that people who have once used one of these diabolical instruments don't notice this and forthwith throw the thing into the dustbin." -- Elizabeth David. In Tatler, February 1986.
"Summer cooking implies a sense of immediacy, a capacity to capture the fleeting moment." -- Elizabeth David
"For the ideal picnic there has to be water, and from that point of view, France is wonderful picnic country, so rich in magnificent rivers, waterfalls, reservoirs, that it is rare not to be able to find some delicious spot where you can sit by the water, watch dragonflies and listen to the birds or to the beguiling sound of a fast-flowing stream. As you drink wine from a tumbler, sprinkle your bread with olive oil and salt and eat it with ripe tomatoes or rough country sausage you feel better off than in even the most perfect restaurant. During one golden September in the valleys of the Corrèze, the Dordogne and the Lot, I enjoyed just such picnics, day after blazing day. The tomatoes that year and in that region were so rich and ripe and fragrant that I shall forever remember their savour. Then, one day in a pastry shop in Beaulieu-sur-Dordogne, we bought a tarte aux mirabelles made with yeast pastry. Those little round golden plums of early autumn on their light brioche-like base made an unexpected and memorable end to our outdoor feast. Another year it was Normandy, early autumn again, and daily picnics in the magnificent forests of Mortagne, Brotonne and Bellême, in clearings where foxgloves grew high amid the bracken, and water was always within sight. Once or twice we sat by the banks of the Seine, looking at landscapes and riverscapes which Corot had surely painted." -- Elizabeth David. In Of Pageants and Picnics. London: Penguin. 2005.