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 goretex. 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 K r a Z y 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