Fortunately the food was slow and dry
June 10, 2005
When the ‘slow’ is the Slow Food Movement and the ‘dry’ is Dutch design collective Droog Design, the combination of slow and dry is a good thing. In Dutch, droog means ‘dry’, and it refers to the dry humor of many of the collective’s designed objects. Droog is celebrating their Amsterdam Staalstraat location by hosting a temporary ‘fastfood’ restaurant to showcase their food-related design items (open until Sunday 12.06.2005). The menu is quintessential fast food; burgers, chips, shakes, but all the ingredients are sourced from local ingredients, made by artisanal suppliers and prepared with the love and attention of Slow Food Movement volunteers. I decided to be a lady who lunches and give their grub a try.
The foodstuffs arrive in round-bottomed ceramic bowls – all of which you may take home with you after eating! The strawberry shake contained a goodly portion of fresh, local strawberries. The burger bun was made from brioche dough, the burger, real chopped all-organic beef, dripping real meat juices! And so the story goes, good ingredients prepared with love from barnyard to burp. The restaurant is primarily about letting folks try out design objects in a real food context so not surprisingly the portions are mini-petit. This sweet and small design choice reminded me of the way Pee Wee Herman used to eat baby corn on TV; kernel for kernel typewriter style! After finishing my slow fastfood lunch, I wasn’t hungry but I did have a little hunquering to take home some more of those cute little round-bottomed bowls.
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Strawberry stories
June 9, 2005
I took home some of those organic strawberries from Brabant last Sunday and by Monday morning I had turned eating strawberries into a yoga breathing practice. Inhale; pop a strumberry in your mouth and squish it against the roof of your mouth with your tongue, wait. Exhale; get high off the strawberry flavour. I got so good at doing this that I could eat one strawberry per breath!
The berries were sitting in a bowl on the counter and I was wandering around the house when all of a sudden I heard a huge BANG coming from the kitchen. (You can see the mark on the window in the image above.) Apparently a bird spied the strawberries and thought, ‘mmmmmmmmmmmm breakfast’, and smashed headlong into the window! Ouchy!
Normally I don’t even like strawberries. They’re like tomatoes in that they usually don’t taste good unless you grow them yourself, but these strawberries were amazingly aromatic and tastey. Peter, from Artis said that when he went to pick up the two crates at the farmers’ market last Sunday, the farmer insisted upon carrying the crates home for him. And so they went, side by side, the farmer proudly displaying the crates of jewel-like strawberries all the way home.
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Art is, art was fluid last Sunday
June 8, 2005
Due to the good company and delightfully engaged audience, artist initiative Artis in Den Bosch showed this Sunday (05.06.2005) that they really know how to throw a happening. Margriet Kemper opened the salon with a presentation of her book, Speak, Image! (unfortunately only in Dutch) in which she talks about how the image is actually a performer. Kemper cited Allan Kaprow, the Daddy of the Happening, explaining to us the choice of the title of the event, Art Fluid.
A.K.: ‘I want the line between art and life to be as fluid as possible’.
A presentation of culiblog was next on the menu followed by a breathtaking poetry reading by Robert Gray (AU) and the Dutch translator of Gray’s work, Maarten Elzinga. Wafts of rosey caramel in-the-make were the only distraction as both Gray and Elzinga read for the better part of 42 minutes to a rapt audience.
Now there’s only so much reflection and interior thought that an audience can take, and just when we thought we would forever be living inside of our heads, the shy noise band, SPASM performed invisibly from the guts of the cavernous gallery. It was just the lightness that the moment needed and everyone started to beam with smiles so broad they barely fit on their faces. Everyone except the young children who ran around annoyed with fingers in their ears.
What could be a better follow-up to a poetry reading and a concert of noise than a cookery presentation! Together with my fabulous assistants, Stefano and Kaj, I rejoiced in showing other Dutch people how to make the traditional Dutch ‘hang-op’. The hang-op had been dripping whey all the livelong day in linen bags hanging from pink string, defining the space of the kitchen. Stefano removed the linen bags from meathooks and helped Kaj scrape out the ‘hung’ yogurt from within. Kaj then proceeded to beat to a satiny smooth consistency, the yogurt with rose flavoured whipped cream. I know, it was very, very sexy.
While the audience enjoyed a film by Annika Ström and a presentation of Jan van Toorn’s (re)releases from the oldies but goodies of avant-garde sound-art, Kaj and Stefano prepared the banquet table with rose petals, rosey caramel, organic local strawberries and little bowls of hang-op.
Aan tafel, I sort of whispered into the microphone.
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