Talk about a food with some history behind it. According to Long Now, which credits this story in the blog Genetic Archeology, one of many date seeds verified to be roughly 2,000 years old and excavated from the fortress Masada has germinated. Could the long extinct Judean Date Palm be resurrected? If so, fruit might be sampled as early as 2010.
Wayne
It may be premature to make any grand conclusions only two dinners into the IdeaFestival Lights Out series, so let’s just call this an early observation: some people seem to get a charge out of ceding a level of control over their lives.
How else to explain the high-decibel hubbub, laughter and smiles at the Mayan Cafe on Louisville’s East Market Street Wednesday night (June 14)?
Forced to don blindfolds, and provided no menus or choices among the dishes and drinks they consumed over the course of three hours, nearly all the 50 guests nonetheless seemed unperturbed, unburdened. Some were downright giddy.
Continue reading "Lights Out Dinner: Losing control only to find Ucan" »
So here I am thinking my IdeaFestival blogger gig is one of the slackiest of slacker positions to be had in the online world when Wayne Hall emails a request that I, as a blogger on food issues, identify the causes of the world food crisis.
In a single post? I’m not sure that’s possible. And I’m certain it wouldn’t be readable. There’s so much being written about this phenomenon, and so many competing causes being identified, how could I possibly sift through and identify the most likely culprits?
With the help of two of any writer’s best friends, of course: simplifying anecdote, and the New York Times.
Continue reading "Where were you when the green revolution stalled?" »
This is Cloudy.
He’s one of five goats born on my central Kentucky farm about a month ago. I wouldn’t want him to hear this, but he’s not the cutest of the lot. That distinction belongs to Luna, one of the females. She’s petite, light brown with silky sprays of white on her flanks, and erect ears that make her look like a tiny donkey. She’s my daughter’s pet.
Truth is, they’re all pets, the two mother goats included. My family has the luxury of keeping goats on our eleven acres just because we want to. We don’t need the milk the mothers produce and, honestly, would probably be more than a little appalled to try drinking it. That’s how insulated we are from the rougher edges of rural living.
A log of fresh goat cheese—from nearby Capriole farm perhaps—nicely sealed in plastic? Sure!
Okay, I might have been wearing a blindfold at the Idea Festival's Lights Out Dinner last week, but I wasn't blind to the possibilities it and those to come provide for parody or outright dismissal--dilettantes dining on delectables in the dark while the real world grapples with issues like the UN's warning of a coming "silent tsunami" of hunger. Worse, they open the Idea Festival up to charges of staging events that are about little more than the novelty they offer.
What, really, is the point of playing with our food?
Whenever I was asked, in the weeks leading up to the Idea Festival's Lights Out Dinner at Louisville's Asiatique, I said the purpose for a dinner with blindfolded participants was to heighten their powers to taste, smell and feel, and to learn, collectively, how we would respond to those newly sharpened powers in the presence of really good food. It was an experiment with voluntary blindness as much as it was an invitation to let the other senses take center stage for a while.
Sounds more than a little esoteric, in hindsight. Or at least shortsighted.
Homaro Cantu, Chicago-based chef, inventor, entrepreneur and leader in "molecular gastronomy" certainly brings a non-conventional perspective to food. Where else might a menu tasting consist of actually tasting the menu?
As always, these brief conversations may be found on IFTV at YouTube.
Wayne
In my freelance writing life I do occasional work for a company that provides food concessions at big venues—stadiums, convention centers, places like that.
The company’s hoping to land a contract at Ellis Island, the New York landmark that was the point of entry for generations of immigrants and is now a national park.
I’m helping write their proposal, and that’s requiring a lot of research into oral histories and other documentation at the national archives. I’m trying to get a flavor, if you will, of the kinds of foods introduced to the American palate via Ellis Island, as well as immigrant impressions of unfamiliar foods they encountered when they came to our shore.
It’s fascinating stuff.
It also seems to have a lot of bearing on what I hope to do with these IFeed posts.
Think of this blog as the Idea Festival’s Ellis Island. It’s the portal for many who want to learn more about the festival and be part of it. If you look down the page you can see we’ve got tools for learning just where they are when they make contact. The clustermap shows we’re getting hits from all over the world. In the last few hours alone the site has been accessed by people in Romania, Britain, South Africa, and the United Arab Emirates.
Welcome virtual immigrants. And please, tell me your food stories. I’d like to know what you eat, when you eat, how you prepare what you eat, and what it means to you. I’m hoping others are as interested as I am, and that the exchange will generate ideas for food offerings at the festival, cookbooks, and a standing, expanding, Idea Festival world food archive.
The Statue of Liberty stands near Ellis Island, of course, and in the famous Emma Lazarus poem inscribed on a plaque inside it, she exhorts the world to, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
I’m asking you to give me your tiramisu, your pork, your coddled mussels yearning for a bed of frisee...
Only you can stop me from producing more bad parody. Respond today, and give me something else to chew on.
David
The IdeaFestival was born in Lexington, Kentucky, and the first three were held there before Louisville became the host in 2006. Lexington’s the epicenter of fervent fan support for the University of Kentucky’s sports programs, and everyone in central Kentucky, fan or not, knows the school’s color is a vibrant blue. The place is steeped in blue: clothing, home furnishings, flags, dog sweaters, really bad art, and every marketable thing from key fobs to door mats. If it’s blue, somebody will buy it.
Except blue food. Decades of Big Blue madness and the fiercely inventive marketing that feeds—and feeds off—the phenomenon have still not yielded much more in the way of blue foods than sickly sheetcakes and cupcakes slathered with icing made blue with food coloring. And even the most rabid fan sees blue icing for what it is—a dubious novelty, not a culinary achievement.
Fact is, nobody likes blue food. You can argue that blue corn and its progeny: blue corn chips, tortillas and cornbread, can be tasty, but in my experience, the “blue” in blue corn leans more toward the purple end of the spectrum. Blue corn ain’t really blue, and that’s what helps make it edible. Our eyes see blue food in a very bad light.
Now a Japanese company is capitalizing on the universal aversion to blue foods with blue-tinted sunglasses it’s marketing as a weight loss tool.
Some don’t believe giving a blue tint to the foods on their plates will cause them to eat less, but to me Yumetai’s blue glasses are just more proof of vision’s strong link to victuals. What we see colors our experience of what we want to eat, and how we taste it.
On April 17, the IdeaFestival is going to explore that link further, by severing it.
We’re going to remove sight as a factor in the dining experience, and see how the absence flavors the experience.
Want to know what happens to your sense of a fine meal when you’re not allowed to view any part of it? Come join us at Asiatique just over a week from now, and we’ll see.
David Mudd
IdeaFestival stalwart and food writer David Mudd has graciously agreed to contribute posts to IFblog.
David is a Louisville native who now lives on a small farm outside of Lawrenceburg, Kentucky, where he’s suddenly raising fainting goats. He writes about food, agriculture, and public policy and has been published in the Washington Post, City Magazine, Rodale’s New Farm Magazine, and the USDA’s Sustainable Agriculture Research and Education project’s Farmer Profile series. He was editor of a public issues magazine called the Kentucky Journal. He has a professional culinary degree from L’ Academie De Cuisine, in Washington, D.C, and has cooked at several celebrated Washington restaurants. He has also helped organize the IdeaFestival’s Taste of Innovation event for three years now, and last year launched a closing dinner event for the Festival. That dinner was staged at Smith-Berry Vineyards near Louisville, with nearly all elements of the meal produced in the region and served outside at a well-appointed table among the grapevines. He’s hoping to top that experience this year.
All of David's posts will be filed under "IFeed" on the blog. Welcome David!
Wayne
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