Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Baudelaire, Brautigan and Soup

"The Soup and the Clouds"

My dear little mad beloved was serving my dinner, and I was looking out of the open dining-room window contemplating those moving architectural marvels that God constructs out of mist, edifices of the impalpable. And as I looked I was saying to myself: "All those phantasmagoria are almost as beautiful as my beloved's beautiful eyes, as the green eyes of my mad monstrous little beloved."

All of a sudden I felt a terrible blow of a fist on my back, and heard a husky and charming voice, an hysterical voice, a hoarse brandy voice, the voice of my dear little beloved, saying: "Aren't you ever going to eat your soup, you damned bastard of a cloud-monger?"

—from Paris Spleen, Charles Baudelaire


"Salvador Dali"

"Are you
or aren't you
going to eat
your soup,
you bloody old
cloud merchant?"
Jeanne Duval
shouted,
hitting Baudelaire
on the back
as he sat
daydreaming
out the window.
Baudelaire was
startled.
Then he laughed
like hell,
waving his spoon
in the air
like a wand
changing the room
into a painting
by Salvador
Dali, changing
the room
into a painting
by Van Gogh.

- from The Galilee Hitchhiker, Richard Brautigan

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snow

Snow falls heavily, wind pushing it down at a 45 degree angle. Windshield wipers wipe vigorously. Yellowish headlights and ruddy tail lights cut through the increasing blur. Tires begin to spin, kicking up snow in all directions.

I'm sitting in a cafe in Swampscott, Massachusetts, looking out onto a decreasingly busy parking lot. The lunch rush has come and gone. It's considerably quieter. The sea of peppy pink santa hats, adorning the heads of some high school girl's sports team or something or another, bouncing around the room an hour ago, are nowhere to be seen. I'm on my second cup of coffee and what remain are the last few cold sips, neglected and left untouched.

Water. Necessity for life. A topic that began this blog back in February 2006. A topic for today, considering the vast quantity of it - in crystalline form - falling from the sky. (As I write, the Boston Globe website predicts that 10.6 inches will fall in Boston by the time this current storm wraps itself up.)

Snow. Can you eat it?

While Frank Zappa - or, at least, the narrator's mother from the humorous song, "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow" - once warned us against eating the yellow snow, the yellow snow where the huskies go, that can't be the entire story.

A quick internet search revealed the following.

1. Back in January 2008, a Japanese climber, lost in the Azuma Mountains, survived on snow for a week after getting lost and running out of supplies. He, obviously cold, hungry and thirsty, was eventually found by an employee of a ski resort and taken to an area hospital to recover.*

2. Back in 1999, a man lost in the Cascades backcountry during a snowstorm survived for 11 days, consuming snow and ice to stay alive.**

3. High altitude climbers rely on snow as a source for water, but they frequently melt the snow into water before taking it in, and the National Snow and Ice Data Center - part of the Cooperative Institute for Research in Environmental Sciences unsurprisingly at the University of Colorado at Boulder - reports, on its website: "Clean snow is certainly edible. Snow in urban areas may contain pollutants that one should not eat but they would probably be in such low concentrations that it might not matter. Still, eating snow should be restricted to 'wilderness' areas. Sometimes snow contains algae which gives it a red color. This snow can be eaten and some say it actually tastes 'good' but we have never tried it."

4. Here's a 6 second video of a bighorn sheep eating snow.

5. Last but not least, hot maple syrup on fresh, clean snow. Enough said.

Well, ok, that's not last.

6. During my search, I was reminded of snow peas. Which I don't, however, associate with snow. I associate them with color, brightness, freshness, stir fry. Why the name snow then? It seems that various speculations abound, from its late fall/winter hardiness to just plain mystery. But snow peas then conjure the smell, taste and texture of beautifully pan fried snow pea greens, a favorite dim sum accompaniment of mine. A touch of garlic, some dashes of soy sauce, some hot peanut oil and a few tosses in a hot pan. The color is fixed a vivid, fresh green. Done well, the texture is a tenderness rarely possible from cooked greens: melting but not mushy; fully cooked but bursting with flavor, lightly sweet yet rich.

*source

** source

Monday, December 15, 2008

Chuck E. Cheese a Pugilist?

Ah, Chuck E. Cheese.

The hilarious - and, sure, troubling - following exchange comes from the December 13, 2008 episode of NPR's
Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me: The exchange is between Peter Segal, the host, and comedian and regular panelist Paula Poundstone.

Segal: According to the Wall Street Journal, one chain of restaurants in particular has had more than its share of violent drunken confrontations.

Poundstone: Oh, Olive Garden!

Segal: No. Have you been involved in violent altercations?

Poundstone: You betcha. You get a little of the spinach-avocado dip in you...

Segal: No, not The Olive Garden.

Poundstone: Ah, one chain of restaurants...

Segal: I'll give you a hint. Those kids birthday parties can get out of hand.

Poundstone: Chuck E. Cheese?

Segal: Chuck E. Cheese! Den of iniquity.

Poundstone: Yeah!

Segal: Yes, Chuck E. Cheeses, where a kid can be a tramautized kid. According to the Journal, the pizza restaurant, more known for video games and children's birthday parties, has - at least according to one Wisconsin cop - has got more fights going on than the biker bar down the street. After one brawl at a Chuck E. Cheese in Milwaukee, the location had to ban knives, chains, screwdrivers and glasscutters from the restaurant...

Friday, December 12, 2008

Secretary of Agriculture? Secretary of Food?

Reading Suggestion:

Obama's 'Secretary of Food'?
by Nicholas Kristof, December 10, 2008

Petition Suggestion:

Food Democracy Now! (Kristof mentions this in his article.)

Not only does this petition letter to President-Elect Obama include such text as the following: "Today we have a nutritional and environmental deficit that is as real and as great as that of our national debt and must be addressed with forward thinking and bold, decisive action. To deal with this crisis, our next Secretary of Agriculture must work to advance a new era of sustainability in agriculture, humane husbandry, food and renewable energy production that revitalizes our nation’s soil, air and water while stimulating opportunities for new farmers to return to the land." But it also includes very specific candidate recommendations for Secretary of Agriculture, urging Obama to pick someone qualified to do the above and then some to create a more sustainable Secretary of Agriculture.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Cooking and Translation

"...I've sometimes thought of translation as being akin to cooking. At your disposal is the meat of the animal, and it's up to you to create dishes from it, to make it digestible. But the novelist or poet has the more Godly job. He gets to create the animal" (9).

- Benjamin Ford, the narrator in Jonathan Miles's Dear American Airlines

Monday, December 01, 2008

Reading Recommendation: "The Homesick Restaurant"

This vivid song-photograph-poem of a piece - "The Homesick Restaurant" by Nadeem Aslam in this past weekend's New York Times Magazine - speaks for itself. I recommend reading it. Enthusiastically.