They get such a bad rap. And I'm right there bashing on them too. But the thing is, I LIKE fish. I like salty things. I like Caesar salad with the dressing (um, hello, anchovies!). And I love all things Italian. Ergo, there's really no reason why I shouldn't like anchovies. So. I bought some. And allow me to apologize profusely...but no amount of epic photography skills can make these guys look appetizing.
What really instigated my semi-spontaneous purchase was The Pioneer Woman. She had posted a recipe for Pasta Puttanesca, a dish I had read described in Marisa de los Santos' novel Belong to Me. I don't think I had ever actually had pasta puttanesca before...but since I love all things Italian, I knew I was bound to love this too. Basically, it's spaghetti with a tomato, red onion, kalamata olive, anchovy, basil, and white wine concoction.
It was pretty tasty. And I would make it again. Especially since I forgot to get fresh basil at the store and sort of cheated by using dried basil instead. It would be way better with fresh basil.
Pasta puttanesca was a success...but I still had a bunch of anchovy filets left, and no idea what to do with them.
Enter pizza. I randomly found a recipe in one of my cookbooks for pizza with anchovies, hard salami, and olives. Voilà!
The pizza, admittedly, was not AS good as the pasta. I thought the combo of anchovy and salami was way too salty--as much as I love saltiness. Truth be told, I could taste the anchovy more on the pizza than in the pasta and...I would have preferred just the salami. There were still a couple anchovy filets left in the tin at this point. The met their fate in the trash.
When it comes down to it, I really don't love anchovies. And I'm okay with that. I'll stick to my sushi, salmon, tilapia, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.