Brooklyn Beckham torn to shreds by royal chef for 'ridiculous' idea
Brooklyn Beckham has been mocked for his unusual recipe – from none other than Queen Elizabeth 's royal chef. In recent years Brooklyn, 26, has tried to build a career as a professional chef and gain authority in this space as he renews his vows with wife Nicola-Peltz Beckham.
However, this has not been without controversy as he has been roasted by commentators for burning bacon in such classics as spaghetti carbonara. Now another professional chef, Darren McGrady, has been the latest figure criticise Brooklyn.
The cook, who worked for t he late Queen, Princess Diana, Prince William, and Prince Harry, has responded to Brooklyn's decision to cook his pasta in sea water.
Speaking to Heart Bingo, the professional chef suggested that if one were to tell Italians they were using this method they would shock them because seawater is too salty for cooking pasta.
What's more, he said that using seawater was much more dangerous than just boiling tap water and adding salt because of how dirty seawater can be.
He explained: "If you suggested this to an Italian I think they would be horrified. To be honest, it's ridiculous.
'If you're cooking in sea water it's going to be much saltier than you need for pasta. It's going to have bacteria, viruses, all sorts of pollutants in there. It's not something anyone should do at home.
'You just need fresh boiling water on a rolling boil. I like a pinch of salt in there, but some people don't. By adding salt you increase the temperature of the water, which helps it cook. Then add your pasta and give it a stir.'
As well as commenting on Brooklyn's use of seawater, he also said that people should not add olive oil because, whilst it may prevent the pasta sticking together, it would have the side effect of stopping the pasta from sticking to the sauce.
He explained: 'Never put olive oil in there to stop it sticking, you want the pasta to stick so it can stick to the sauce, that's the whole purpose of it. You're cooking it Al Dente so it has a bite to it. Then just strain it off and add your sauce.'
This isn't the first time a pasta dish has caused controversy after a British recipe for the popular pasta dish enraged one Italian so much they wrote a letter to the British embassy in Rome calling for the recipe to be taken down.
The recipe for cacio e pepe, a traditional dish comprising pasta, black pepper, and pecorino cheese, appeared on the Good Food website and soon after caused a minor diplomatic upset.
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