Titirangi Storyteller

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Playing with your food

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This image sorta reminds me of an advert from the 70's something about the colours...

When I was a kid, playing with your food was forbidden. Absolutely, completely, unalterably forbidden. If one of our grandmothers were there, such nonsense would result in a whack with the dirty dishrag!

Of course that didn’t stop us from adorning the mashed potato mound with rows of peas and carrots, blowing bubbles in our milk or squishing jelly (jello) between our clenched teeth. (Or feeding our most-loathed liver to the dog…)

Fast forward a few decades and you go into almost any restaurant, any cuisine – and I’m not sure if they’re actually cooking back there in the kitchen – or just playing with my food. I think it started with drink adornments – moving from paper umbrellas to flashy fruit and then spears of celery in my bloody Mary. Then I noticed cute things – guacamole coming in tortilla bowls, bread sticks served vertically, colourful sauces sprinkled around the plate. Grandma did not approve of any of this.

But then the whole thing got weird. You’d order a meal and it would come stacked in the centre of the plate – discs of potatoes, meat, veg – possibly a volcano of sauce dribbling down the side. How does one eat that? Layer by layer – or knock it over? You order a salad – and it arrives with five bowls of bits and pieces – do you throw them in? Are you meant to eat them individually? Is the big bowl something to drink or (no – really, it could be a finger bowl…)

Actually – I love dazzling desserts – a towering spike of chocolate or a spun sugar cage is just fine with me. Even Grandma would love them as long they tasted as good as they looked.

Last week I met some friends for lunch at a ‘new Asian cuisine’ restaurant. (What became of nouvelle cuisine?) Just when I thought we’d got over the vertical silliness – our food arrived, in charming little twine-wrapped buckets, on rickshaws, perched precariously over a babbling pool… mine was a stunning take on hide-and-go-seek – nine little dishes tucked in and under the food in nine little cubicles. This guy was in the centre of it all!

Grandma would have pitched a fit! Yes, it was all delicious. But… I don’t know… what’s wrong with having your main attraction over here and the starch over there and the vegs in that corner???

Even more troubling… what will they think of next?

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Written by Titirangi Storyteller

13/08/2011 at 10:20 pm

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  1. If it jacks the price up by twice the amount, please just place it on the plate and I’ll get creative if I’m in the mood.

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    souldipper

    14/08/2011 at 11:50 am

    • This lunch was foolishly expensive, though not appallingly so…
      Actually, the whole place was rather a medieval Japanese themed experience… I am trying to organise to return with a different set of friends, so they can see what I am talking about.
      But most ‘good’ restaurants, at least in Auckland, seem to focus a great deat of attention on presentation – so that it overpowers the ‘foodiness’ of the food…

      Absurd!

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  2. Sometimes, I really like weird food presentations, and sometimes it’s just incredibly annoying…

    But thanks for reminding me of squooshing jello between my teeth …great childhood memory and glad to know that someone else I know did it too!

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    poietes

    20/08/2011 at 1:04 pm


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