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Showing posts with label Fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fire. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Burned At The Stake




While the astute observer of this photograph might be temporarily startled by the drama provided by the inexplicable flambé — kebabs not normally associated with being set aflame intentionally — and then astonished by the elaborate ram’s head skewer which, when used to serve lamb kebabs is a tad macabre, the more practical-minded reader will notice both the eponymous use of parsley as a garnish, and the extraordinary feat of making the skewer stand upright on a shallow metal dish.

Into what is this speared? What lies beneath the innocent rice — or has the rice been glued into some concoction solid enough to support it? Has a hole been made in the plate, so that the pointed end pokes right through?

Either way, it ought to be called “Burned at the Stake,” or else whoever’s behind this bit of absurdist food styling theater is wasting a glorious opportunity.

Yogurt Cookery, Sophie Kay, 1978

Also from this book: Yogo-Cheese

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!




— Marie-Antoine!

— Oui?

— Regardez-vous these appetizers. What do you think?

— They look like merde. Of what are they made?

— Butter, curry powder, chopped onion, chicken livers, walnuts, parsley, brandy.

— They are an atrocity. They are an insult to la cuisine Française. Remove them from my sight and throw out the pan you made them in while you’re at it.

— But Chef!

— What? I’m busy.

— I thought they would be perfect for tonight’s banquet.

— And why is this?

— We are cooking for the British. I thought…

— Aha. I see where you are going with this. Bring them back! Let me see them again. They are grievous to me. You set them alight, non?

— Oui, Chef.

— This is appropriate. It is a dish from the bowels of Hell.

— What shall we call them, Chef? Boules de feu de pâte de noix… Terrine des noyes boules en feu… Allumettes des Noix enfer….

— We shall call them what they are: Flaming Walnut Pate Balls.

— But Chef! En Anglais?

— Oui. The British will think we are honoring them. It was your idea, the curry powder?

— Oui, Chef.

— Tres bon, mon petit souris. Tres bon.

 June Roth's Fast and Fancy Cookbook, Fawcett Publications, Inc., 1969


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