new invention

“They won’t patent it,” I said, when I had returned to Naples from Rome.
“Of course not. You can’t patent a recipe,” said my friend, the chef Raffaele Esposito.
“I thought if I petitioned the pope…”
“Listen, everyone eats flatbread. This focaccia…”
“This family-sized piadina or borlengo or … I can serve it to King Umberto and Queen Margherita. They are visiting Naples. I am to make a meal for them. Let me use your invention,”
This was in 1889. He served it, they liked it, and shortly my name was lost to history and Raffaele’s name was elevated.

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