Out of Africa
A simple appetizer using garbanzos
James Carrier
I first tasted socca long ago ― in the shaded, open-air market by the sea in Nice. The flat cake sizzling in olive oil atop a wood-fired oil drum smelled so good that I sidled right up and bought a chunk.
Had I known that garbanzo flour and water were the essence of what I’d just snatched up, I’d have brushed socca aside as boring. What a mistake that would have been. There’s a Mother Earth simplicity about socca. One tender, slightly nutty bite leads to another. Its flavor is unemphatic, but it seeps right into the bones of taste memory.