Food, food culture, food as culture and the cultures that grow our food

On acting-out at dinner

May 20, 2008

De Zonnewende dines chez Culiblog, Debra Solomon
All together now.

Purple tablecloth, purple flowering chives and irises. Entirely too much purple at the dining table and an amuse comprised of an overly precious presentation of tofu, inspired my friends to spontaneously bust out a tongue-in-cheeky, anthroposophical pre-dinner recitation of grace. Holding hands.

Blessings on the blossom, blessings on the fruit, blessings on the leaves and stems, blessings on the root.

We peppered the rest of dinner playing ‘Intentional Community’ in which an exposure to hippy upbringing and culture provided compost for our niche humor. The fact that these particular friends actually do live in a (hippyish) collective made it all the more funny.
Pretending to have family dinner, Debra Solomon for culiblog.org
Intentionally crap fake family photography, Ma and Pa had only just met hours before.

A month before that and with another group of friends, we suddenly found ourselves at a Sunday dinner playing ‘Ageing Urban Family’ taking on ill-fitting traditional roles. Downward-facing dogme.

Family dinner photo - replaced by request,
Interior for family dinner, players requesting anonymity

Interesting phenomena but despite the amplifications, it is sort of sweet & healthy that we’re spending family moments sharing home-cooked meals together.
Pretending to have family dinner, Debra Solomon for culiblog.org
Sister, put down the cellphone.

The anthroposophical blessing referred to above was actually this one, recited by the Composer, in the role of Hippy from the Zonnewende Collective. In Dutch and below an English translation:

Aarde droeg het in haar schoot
Zonlicht bracht het rijp en groot
Zon en aarde die ons dit schenken
wij wilen dankbaar aan u denken

Ook de mensen niet vergeten
die bereiden ons het eten.

Loosely translated and with poetic license:

Earth who gives to us this food
Sun who makes it ripe and good
Dear Earth …. Dear Sun
By you we live
Our loving thanks to you we give…..

Also those for us who did prepare
We’re thankful for this Sun and Earthly fare.

family dinner photo - replaced by request,

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Rampsterdamned

May 12, 2008

Culiblog author collects ramps in the Amsterdamse Bos, culiblog.org
Culiblog author caught plucking and nibbling in an abundant field of ramps in Amsterdam

I’m a bad to the bone, flower plucking, fruit stealing, mushroom picking, herb snatcher that simply cannot walk by food growing in the public space without tucking in and filling my basket. And I wish that more people were like me and that more public space was used to grow food. It changes the way you feel about a place when you can also find your food there.

Inspired by Saturday’s opening on the ramble, amble, saunter and stroll down at Marres in Maastricht, JB and I decided to test the notion on bike and headed out into the nearby nature with no particular plan in mind. Under the verdant canopy of the Amsterdamse Bos we encountered enormous patches of ramps, also known as wood leek, wild garlic, ail des bois and ail sauvage. The ramps were in bloom and I swear If I were a dog I would have rolled over on my back and done that doggy thing that dogs do in the grass.

Culiblog author caught foraging and eating ramps in the Amsterdamse Bos, culiblog.org
The leaves were tender and garlicky all right, and the flowers were dripping with nectar (!) a combination of green onion and fragrant honey aroma. I love it when the ramp leaves and flowers have different flavours. It was a demure forage-fest, but I’m going back for more today. Tomorrow when the composer comes home, I thought it would be fun to welcome him by dining on a picnic of locally stolen food.

Partner in crime, JB nibbles a ramp on a spongiform log, culiblog.org
Partner in crime, JB nibbles a ramp while perched on a spongiform log

Culiblog author caught foraging and eating ramps in the Amsterdamse Bos, culiblog.org

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Butterflies in my stomach

May 8, 2008

The date and milk-based cocktail ‘representing’ the Afrikaanderwijk is not pictured here because although scrumptious, it was not photogenic. That’s always a problem with dates.

The Urban Game Show, Debra Solomon, Kruiskade Blossom Cocktail, culiblog.org

Kruiskade Blossom Cocktail
– chrystanthemum tea drinks in tetrapak
– organic chysanthemum flowers
– sour cherry fruit leather cut into butterflies
– ice, or ice made from frozen chrysanthemum tea. Avoid dilution!
– OPTIONAL – a shot of plum wine

The night before: Make ice cubes out of chrysanthemum tea. Keep the chrysanthemum tea tetrapacks as cold as possible without freezing.

Mise en place: Cut the fruit leather into butterflies and stick a cherry butterfly onto each glass so that collectively it appears to be a swarm of butterflies.

Gently separate the chrystanthemum petals from the stem-thingie and place a few in each glass.

à la minute: Place the ice cubes into the glasses and pour the chrysanthemum tea over the lot. Serve immediately. You can add the optional shots of plum wine (or brandy) while serving. Without alcohol, this drink is perfect for children that are allowed to have sugar. In the Netherlands, this is still allowed.

The Urban Game Show, Debra Solomon, Kruiskade Blossom Cocktail, culiblog.org
The marvelous Thirza and the marvelous Eric serve up the drinks.

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