Saturday, June 19, 2004
Cooking as art?
Being pelted with coriander leaves whilst enjoying jazz music is not the worst thing that could happen. Patatboem is an event that presents cooking as easy and fun, different kinds of music (otherwise perhaps considered an aquired taste) as accessible and turns mundane kitchen sounds into fulfilled and fulfilling musical rhythms.
At the beginning of the show drinks are served (knowledgeable people claimed this to be green tea with mint and coriander seeds - I have no idea, but it was nice and very green) - towards the end of the show food is served, including a divine pudding of cucumber, avocado, lemon and 'something else'.
During there is a woman singing into a celeriac and a man playing a cucmber and it is fun and decidedly different to watching a surly Gordon Ramsay swear and make everything look difficult and thereby putting people off venturing into the kitchen ever.
Belgians do rule.
(Speaking of Belgians, I have been invited to celebrate Flemish Day at the National Gallery, something with drinks and ambassadors and lounge suits...will it be all Brussel sprouts and Hoegarden or will there also be Ann Demeulemeester and dEUS?)
Being pelted with coriander leaves whilst enjoying jazz music is not the worst thing that could happen. Patatboem is an event that presents cooking as easy and fun, different kinds of music (otherwise perhaps considered an aquired taste) as accessible and turns mundane kitchen sounds into fulfilled and fulfilling musical rhythms.
At the beginning of the show drinks are served (knowledgeable people claimed this to be green tea with mint and coriander seeds - I have no idea, but it was nice and very green) - towards the end of the show food is served, including a divine pudding of cucumber, avocado, lemon and 'something else'.
During there is a woman singing into a celeriac and a man playing a cucmber and it is fun and decidedly different to watching a surly Gordon Ramsay swear and make everything look difficult and thereby putting people off venturing into the kitchen ever.
Belgians do rule.
(Speaking of Belgians, I have been invited to celebrate Flemish Day at the National Gallery, something with drinks and ambassadors and lounge suits...will it be all Brussel sprouts and Hoegarden or will there also be Ann Demeulemeester and dEUS?)
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