Lo chiamavano Trinita', this the Italian title, is a 1970 Italian spaghetti western movie, where a drifter, Trinity, comes to a city somewhere along the Southern American frontier, and goes berserk against the local baron. It is a typical comedy from the '70s, with a lot of fights, a lot of shooting and a simple plot: watching it now, you will realize why Quentin Tarantino claims that this type of movie was one of his main inspirations.
There is a scene in that movie in which Trinity eats a cast iron skillet full of beans. That scene is a cult, now: every Italian who was a kid in the '70s has grown up with it. Watching it, you don't need to speak Italian: only a few words are spoken, and they are unimportant. What is important is that Trinity sits down and he eats a lot of beans. A gigantic skillet full of it (you can stop watching at minute 5).
If you do not get hungry watching this scene, there is something wrong with you. There certainly was nothing wrong with me at the time, because I remember still now how I watched that scene mesmerized. I wanted those beans, I wanted to put bread in the sauce and eat it. Hell, I want it even now!
But there was another aspect of that scene that kept coming back to my mind every time I watched a Western movie where cowboys were shown eating around an open fire: the cast iron skillet. It epitomized for me the American West. I can't recall in how many movies the cowboy is shown picking his skillet from the horse saddlebag and cook something in it.
Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I realized my dream: I now own a cast iron skillet. I love everything about it: its heavy weight, the fact that you need to condition it first, before being able to cook in it, the fact that it can last forever. So far I have only used it to cook corn bread (I prefer chili con carne with corn bread rather than with rice)...but this coming weekend I will cook beans in it. And I will eat them like Trinity did in that movie of so many years ago.
|My corn bread in my new cast iron skillet|