[whiteperil] Sean: And I'll send you letters / And come to your house for tea
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Posted by Sean:
And I'll send you letters / And come to your house for tea
http://whiteperil.com/posts/1211170410.shtml
It's interesting that Alice should [1]tag me with something
food-related, given that my stomach is having more trouble than the
rest of me adjusting back to life in the States. I'm not sure my
answers will say much, but here they are.
Whatâs your favourite table?
My father made a beautiful oak trestle table for my parents' dining
room. (It is the table itself we're talking about?)
What would you have for your last supper?
My mind would probably be too distracted for me to enjoy really good
lamb or venison or beef, so I'll say vegetable tempura, which is
heavenly when the batter and frying oil are perfectly prepared.
Whatâs your poison?
My favorite whisky is probably Laphroaig 10. Not a particularly
highfalutin choice, but the one I reach for most. I like them peaty.
I do most of my drinking in merry, boisterous crowds, though, and I
find that vodka and tonic (the well vodka wherever I am, unless it's
particularly nasty) is both tasty and non-staining when my arm gets
jostled. I had a nail-biting near miss with a negroni the other night
that I don't care to repeat.
I like wine, too, of course, but I'm no geeky oenophile, and I
generally find that whatever group I'm in has at least one person
who's far more informed than I am, so I just go along with whatever he
or she recommends we get.
Name your three desert island ingredients.
Peppercorns, sweet red bell peppers, unsalted butter.
What would you put in Room 101?
I guess it would be cheating to count strawberries, since I'm
physically allergic to them.
I find the texture of globe onions repellant, though assuming Julia's
like everyone else I know, she likes them and wouldn't mind having to
eat them in my place.
Oh, and watermelon. I adore pink and green together, but I'm
sorry--fruit should not be corky. (Don't bother telling that good
watermelon doesn't have a corky texture. Yes, it does.)
Which book gets you cooking?
This may surprise some people, but in my case, Jane Brody's Good Food
Book. Yes, I think Brody's too high-strung about nutrition and
unproven dangers to health, but she genuinely seems to believe food
should be enjoyed, and her approach in adapting recipes is often
designed to bring the flavors of the star ingredients to the fore.
Whatâs your dream dinner party line-up?
I like large gatherings for parties, but not for dinner. Too many
people makes lively shared conversation and pleasurably wicked
confidences difficult, especially if several are new acquaintances.
All of that is a roundabout way of saying I like dinner parties with
close friends.
What was your childhood teatime treat?
The Pennsylvania Dutch make great sticky buns, with lots of nuts and
moist yeasty cake and enough syrup to make the entire population of
the Northeastern Seaboard diabetic.
What was your most memorable meal?
Hmm. Probably when I was eleven and we were visiting my Auntie June in
England, because it was the first time I realized that my parents and
family elders thought I was ready to start being introduced into the
adult world in public. No, I wasn't given a cigar and two glasses of
port...just permission to order a main that came with artichokes and
then after-dinner coffee. I like to think I still have my youthful
energy, but I'm grateful I had the kind of family that still believed
grown-up pleasures were something children should be taught to aspire
to.
What was your biggest food disaster?
3 May 2001. Atsushi and I were giving a party over the Golden Week
holiday for a few dozen friends in the afternoon. At about 10:00 a.m.,
I was julienning carrots for primavera sauce and lopped off the tip of
my ring finger. I didn't cut it off at the joint or anything, but
there was blood everywhere. Emergency room, painkillers, huge bandage,
stern admonition from doctor to keep hand elevated above heart for the
rest of the day. Luckily, gay guys know how to pull together in a
genuine catering emergency, so we had five or six friends who finished
my prep while I tried to be useful with one hand and an addled brain.
Whatâs the worst meal youâve ever had?
Let's see. There was the Christmas dinner hosted by the owner of the
bar that was kind of my local in Tokyo two years ago. It was oyster
season, so the restaurant gave us its special ten-course oyster-themed
prix fixe party menu. Have I mentioned that I can't eat shellfish?
There were oysters in everything: oyster miso soup, oyster stew,
oysters au gratin, raw oysters on the half shell, grilled oysters--it
was like the Spam episode in Month Python, only with oysters.
I ended up snagging the two or three pieces of tuna and yellowtail
sashimi that had found their way to the table, and then for the rest
of the dinner subsisting on shochu and oolong tea and the occasional
shiso leaf. When it was over, I collared my best friend and marched us
to a little dining cafe in the middle of the gay district, where I
demanded servings of their chicken karaage and steak-cut fries before
they'd managed to get us sat down at a table.
Whoâs your food hero/food villain?
Nigella or Delia?
No offense to Nigella, but she's always going on and on about how
sloppy and casual and unstudied she is while cooking, and see how I
made this lovely soufflé by just pitching some eggs and flour into a
ramekin and shoving the lot into the oven without getting so much as a
smudge on my cashmere twinset? Just wait for your friends to arrive,
pluck the perfect complementary wine from your little wine cellar, and
there--instant party!
The problem is, a lot of cooking is engineering, and while it's not as
hard as running a nuclear reactor, it really isn't as artless as all
that. I haven't seen anything Delia Smith has done in the last decade
or so, but from what I've read and watched of her, she's good at
breaking down complex recipes into series of manageable steps and
combinations of compatible ingredients.
Vegetarians: genius or madness?
Hold on--when I swallow this mouthful of steak, I'll tell you.
I don't make a practice of passing judgment on other people's dietary
choices. I'll only note that, IIRC, lack of milk and meat aren't good
for children's early development.
Fast food or fresh food?
You will not get me to apologize for my once-weekly trip to Burger
King for a Whopper w/ Cheese combo with the largest fries and Coke.
There's nothing quite like it to give you that pleasurable feeling of
being at the very tippy-top of the food chain.
If I eat that way every day, though, I start to feel clogged up and
crave steamed vegetables and rice for a few meals. And as Alice said,
some very quick meals are among the most wholesome and satisfying. I
love buttery scrambled eggs on toast with some black pepper as a light
dinner, and it takes ten minutes if that to prepare.
Who would you most like to cook for?
Uh...my mother cooked most meals I ate until I was eighteen, and my
father worked to pay for the ingredients, so I guess it wouldn't hurt
to return the favor. I think they order in or eat out most of the time
now, though.
What would you cook to impress a date?
I'm not sure "impressive" is what I'd aim for. It seems to me that a
better precedent to be setting with date food is "luscious." Maybe
grill up lamb chops and rinse the pan with a glass of wine? And make
some mashed potatoes, which are one of the best-tasting foods
imaginable when fresh from the ricer and fortified with butter and
cream.
Make a wish.
I wish for development of more and better GM crops, and for less
sanctimony and skittishness on the part of governments about
introducing them.
References
1. http://www.themadhousewife.com/?p=1586#comments
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