Sunday 31 October 2010


I've been thinking a lot lately about the idea of generosity and conviviality whilst writing a big essay on Nicolas Bourriaud's theoretical text 'Relational Aesthetics'. It's about art, but in relation to a society that has arguably obstructed human communications with a commerce and has prompted artists since the 90s to create works which find their meaning in the 'relations' they create within a wide audience. I'm particularly interested in the way some artists (Rirkrit Tiravanja to name one) have used food as a medium for this.

Perhaps I'm just noticing it more, but since I've been writing the essay, acts of generosity and food events have come my way which prove that what these artists were/are aiming at highlighting is being done to a small extent in real life. I wrote the other day about the apples that were left on our doorknob, and this became inspiration for a short piece for Eat Me magazine on this theme. The next day as I was walking through the University square with C we were intrigued to see a small crowd around some sort of wooden contraption.

It was a home-made cider press, and the group were trying to get through the mounds apples that surrounded them. We were handed some thick, cloudy brown juice - it was delicious - literally just an apple liquidized. I was told by the friendly girl who seemed to be in charge that this was 'Abundance', and the group had managed to source fruit from apple-growers around the city . As was obvious, there are a lot of people in Edinburgh who happen to host an apple tree in their garden but will never eat the whole harvest. Behind the ethos of the collective lies a generosity of spirit, essentially something which I think should be inherent in the production of food in general - this month further events include Bread Baking and Jam & Chutney. We put the dates in our diary and left with as many apples our bags could fill, then the next night C made the best crumble we've ever had.

London Allotments


Talking of the good life, my friend Edwina has been photographing allotments for years and now has her photos displayed at London's Garden Museum. Anyone in London should have a look for some growing inspiration, it is open every day until 28th November.

Tuesday 26 October 2010

Belated Eggs


Although very late, I'm putting these photos up so I don't forget them. The other week we had a special delivery of eggs from G whose hens had laid them over in Dumfries. They were too special to use in everyday cooking so I had to try them out at breakfasts in a few different ways:

Scrambled


- plenty of butter
- two eggs barely beaten
- cooked for a few minutes so still creamy
- sourdough toast from Peter's Yard, which I think tastes a bit cardamom-y.

Poached


- shallow pan of water
- no vinegar
- one egg cracked in, simmered for a few minutes
- seeded rye bread from Scott's deli

Baked (made by M)

-cracked into rammekins
- baked in oven for about 8 minutes
- seasoned with s + p
- lots of butter on seeded rye toast

My favourite was the mini one (!). G informed us it would be completely white inside, with no yolk but we never got to try it as it was proudly exhibited in our kitchen for so long. Eggs really are among my favourite things.

Welcome


The absence of recent posts has been due to the fact that my pride and joy of a perfect food-photographing camera decided to self-destruct. Apparently I am more inspired to write about food when the picture is there to remind me of it. I am mourning its loss but there are still lots of things to write about. Since I wrote about Peru, it became autumn in Edinburgh - and what a way it was to be welcomed into the season to find a bag of rosy apples hanging on the doorknob. We have recently moved into the flat so don't yet know the other tenants in the building, so this mysterious gift caused a whole lot of speculation.

R suggested they might be poisoned, but I reminded her we weren't in a fairy tale and the most likely candidate for apple-donation were a mid-50s couple, wife often seen in her dressing gown and husband playing golf nearby. I promptly took a bite. I'd be lying if I said they were the most delicious apples ever (although it really would have made the story), but I'm wondering if we can propose a regular trade-off between any other glut they want to get rid of and compost which we have no garden to feed with. Or have I just stepped from fairy tale into an episode of the Good Life.