Back to Basics
Jim asked me if I would ghost write his blog this week. I suspect the recent advent of fatherhood has precipitated a momentary shift in focus, as well as a longing for uninterrupted sleep. Please bear with me as I rant in his place. He’ll be back with you next time.
I find it very comforting to witness the return to basics in our industry. What was once viewed as old fashioned and dated has become new again. I’m not sure if this is a reaction to a troubled economy, which has triggered a nostalgic pining for the good old days or simply a rediscovery of the depth and beauty inherent in classical foods, techniques and spirits. Maybe, its’ just the cyclical nature of trends, but certainly the thrust towards local and organic are here to stay.
Molecular approaches to gastronomy have brought us foams, infusions and deconstructionism. The scientific method has brought us hybrids and hormones and fertilizers for bigger and faster and presumably better. It could be argued that we lost control of a fundamental facet of human life when we left the farm at the onset of the Industrial Revolution. Perhaps we regain a measure of control in our lives by exercising a keener consideration of what we put in our bodies. Certainly, during uncertain times, it is human nature to seek comfort wherever it can be found. All I know is that hearing a guest order a glass of sherry or a perfect Manhattan is like an old friend whispering in my ear. Getting seated at a sprawling group table at a place like The Publican in Chicago reminds me that eating is for social and spiritual, as well as physical nourishment.
So here’s’ to old school. Plant a small garden (or at least a window box of some favorite herbs). Make some home made ricotta cheese. Order a perfectly chilled sidecar from your local bartender and toast with friends. Stop by the local farmers market. Have dinner with the whole family. Buy a heritage breed of turkey. Read some poetry aloud. Take a deep breathe and give thanks.
“Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt, at being told that it is but a fragment awaiting perfection” Tagore
