IMBB#12 Taboo – Descent into Madness


It’s astounding,
time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll

IMBB#12 Taboo.

Madness is our taboo, not food.

Food taboos are the remnants of village mentality and morality dictated by an invisible entity. We are rational people, especially cooks. We know that doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome is folly. Our every dish is the application of the experimental method. We predate the Enlightenment and take it to our hearts.

So madness, as Foucault put it, is the leprosy of our age. It is where we draw the boundaries of what we are. I also fear it is how we avoid the genuine madness that we should face – a kind of mental gortex. To be free I must transport myself to an externality.

FX Holden put me onto the real juice. La sal loca. A jar of Jane’s KraZy MiXed-Up Salt from somewhere in the Americas.

The ceremony began with the defrosting of the breast of a free-range chicken , once done, it was carefully rubbed over with the salt, and then left for 6 hours. Quickly fried in a pan in olive oil, I then sliced it into pieces, one breast is apparently enough for a man of my size.

A quick checklist. Mahler – check. Oranges – check. Sugar – check. Toni would be my guide. I ate the chicken on a bed of gnocchi with a spinach and tomato sauce and waited…

2 minutes – a vague feeling of satiety.

5 minutes – slight thirst.

10 minutes – mild feeling of well being.

30 minutes – gnocchi may have slowed the reaction time

1 hour – a fierce vibration in my pocket with a ringing sound, mother.

4 hours – feeling of boredom and hunger.

5 hours – fall into a deep sleep.

Wow what a trip.

Thank you Carlo

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  1. Jeanne’s avatar

    Heart of Saltiness. Oh the horror, the horror.

  2. Anthony’s avatar

    It was a journey not so much into the kitchen, as into my self.

  3. Santos’s avatar

    food taboos are also in place for health issues. in your case, mental.

  4. Anthony’s avatar

    Santos Santos

    Taboo is hoodoo voodoo. Reason brought us reasons. The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not a man.

  5. FXH’s avatar

    I’m glad you got onto Jane’s Krazy Mixed Up Salt. What do you think of it?

    After being without for nearly two months when our local supamart stopped getting it in I finally drove out to Safeway Eastland / Ringwood and bought their entire stock of 7 cardboard tins or whatever you call that package.

  6. Anthony’s avatar

    Aye cheers, it’s one of the few good non-nipponese packaged goods out there.

    It’s got salty dynamics going well, you could be pretty happy rubbing some breasts down and then cranking the barbie up. A bit of cayenne pepper in the mix and a teaspoon of sugar would do something else again.

    I call mine Jeff.

  7. FXH’s avatar

    I put the breasts proposal to my partner. She declined. Any other uses?

  8. Anthony’s avatar

    Well I find if they can’t be useful, it’s just nice that they’re there.

  9. Jeanne’s avatar

    Hmm. Spoken like somebody who has just told us that (gasp!) he is not a man, only mad. I *knew* something was going on when you started showing off your cerise-coloured spandex trousers…

    Soon you’ll be Kurtz-eying…

  10. Anthony’s avatar

    The pants were just a desperate attempt for readership. Now the frenzy has died down it’s time I revealed that I am in fact Federal Minister for Aging, Bronwyn Bishop. I’m just glad now it’s over.

  11. Santos’s avatar

    thongy thony

    pre-reason, call it voodoo, sure, but when oosha-boosha dropped dead from eating poisoned mushroom, certainly that was a health issue, but considered a wrath of god moment.

  12. teddles_russ’s avatar

    fxh: breasts have a variety of uses, yes.

  13. Anthony’s avatar

    A few dodgy seafood buffets and it does make sense.


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