Tomato Brains
September 20, 2004
It usually takes me 2 weeks to get back into cooking once I have arrived home in Amsterdam from being away. Funny, because when I’m travelling I want to cook all the time. I think that it has to do with the scarcity of diverse ingredients and lifestyle here in Amsterdam and not the fact that it is home. Fruit doesn’t fall from the trees, grand dinners are rare and mostly at my house and chez a precious handfull of friends.
But no need to despair, on the fun side of the agenda I’m preparing a workshop for the FunLab at the Design Academy in Eindhoven and designing some food for the Museum N8 with and for Mediamatic. This means that there are test dinners to come. The nonsensical financial model called ‘give me a gig and I’ll invite you over to dinner’ is born.
Pictured above are of course tomato brains - everyone’s favourite part of the tomato. I’m currently experimenting with the brains and meat separately.
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Dutch Word of the Day: Ontslakken???
September 13, 2004
Ontslakken means to remove the mucous, to dredge one’s innermost guts and purge them from all toxic slime buildup and sediment.
On the night before John and Kristi returned to Occitania Aya, Marseille, JT, Kristi and I went out to eat at Cambodja City in the ‘Pijp’. I absolutely endorse CC’s spring rolls, fresh and crispy vegetable filled. Of course the meal was all very delicious and cosy as can be but when we left the building we were assaulted with the vision of this frightening advertising vehicle. ‘Ontslakken???’
So many question marks!
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Harvest begins and Summer leaves off
August 31, 2004
At Fred and Kristine’s the tomato harvest is in full-swing. This is my adhoc collection of pear tomatoes, the beans are at my feet. They planted 19 other sorts of heirloom varieties but old-fashioned girl that I am, I just prefer the cherry tomatoes. This is evidenced by that fact that I don’t appear to have any in my skirt. I have eaten every last one of them.
Earlier that day I had packed my yurt up for the winter and my upperbody ached from lifting yak felt. I was too tired to do any innovative cooking that night.
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