" Do you have any anchovies?" she asked.
Enzo's mother looked as if she was about to explode. "Anchovies?"
In Naples, anchovies were only added to tomatoes if you were making puttanesca, the sauce traditionally associated with prostitutes.
"Please. If you have some," Livia said demurely.
Quartilla appeared to be about to say something else, but then she shrugged and fetched a small jar of anchovies from a cupboard.
The sauce Livia made was not puttanesca, but like puttanesca it was powerful and fiery. It was also remarkably simple, a celebration of the flavor of its main ingredients. She tipped the anchovies, together with their oil, into a pan, and added three crushed cloves of garlic and a generous spoonful of peperoncino flakes. When the anchovies and garlic had dissolved into a paste, she put in plenty of sieved tomatoes, to which she added a small amount of vinegar. The mixture simmered sluggishly, spitting little blobs of red sauce high into the air, like a pan full of lava. After three minutes Livia dropped a few torn basil leaves into the sauce. "

― Anthony Capella , The Wedding Officer: A Novel of Culinary Seduction