Just another sandwich in a lifetime of sandwiches.This one’s an “ALT” - not "alternative" as I first imagined, but avocado, lettuce and tomato
- at the Beachwood Café, Hollywood (very possibly even Hollywoodland).
Last week I went to Orochon Ramen, a somewhat famous (I mean it’s
appeared on some foodie TV) show, a Japanese restaurant in Little Tokyo, and I
had a big bowl of ramen with salt broth, as you would.But there on the appetizer menu was “spicy
sausage,” and that obviously couldn’t be passed up, since it seems to me that
the Japanese know a thing or two about sausage.It came like this:
Looking and in fact tasting very
much like a hotdog but not exactly, having more texture, being far less
homogenized than a standard issue hotdog, and it was in some kind of sauce,
which I guess is probably where the spiciness came from, though not a whole lot
of it.It wasn’t exactly a highpoint of
the sausage maker’s art, but I’m glad I had it.
Anyway this got me back on the sausage trail.A year or two ago I was in a little
supermarket in Nowheresville, Nevada, and found they were selling Tennessee
Pride sausage, which I’d had recommended to me by both real and adopted
southerners, so obviously I had to buy some.It looked like this as it was cooking.Mmm – sagey.
But then a couple of weeks back, a visitor from Alabama, passing
through and seeking to ingratiate herself, brought this version of Tennessee
pride with her:
Less than five dollars a pack, 18 patties per back – we’re talking
affordable! All else being equal, I probably wouldn’t have chosen the mild –
but this is not a pony to be looked in the mouth.
And then to round off the week, in the local “ethnic” supermarket, they
had morcilla; as near as you’re likely to get to black pudding in this
town.I like morcilla a lot but they
proved tricky to cook.
I tried to cook
them whole in a frying pan which was probably a mistake. The chances of getting them good and hot
before they collapse and wriggle out of the skins is pretty low.
In fact, I miscalculated and mine were still semi lukewarm when I put
them on the plate – so then I had to go back stick them in the microwave.They didn’t completely explode but the inside
of the microwave did need cleaning afterwards.Still …see that pork fat?Well of course you do?
And naturally this morcilla brought back thoughts of the black puddings
of yesteryear, including the one I had not that long ago in Heathrow Terminal
One, at Heston Blumenthal’s Perfectionist’s Café – a name that’s really asking
for trouble.It came looking like this
with scrambled egg.
This black pudding (“from Stornoway!” says the menu) didn’t
have as many bells and whistles as you’d expect from young Heston.As you see above, it didn’t have nearly
enough fat, either.
One of those little known facts that all foodies know is that quotes is
that blood sausage is mention on the Odyssey.It’s in Book 20, he’s thinking about how he’s going to kill all of
chided with his heart, and checked it into endurance, but he tossed about as
one who turns a paunch full of blood and fat in front of a hot fire, doing it
first on one side and then on the other, that he may get it cooked as soon as
possible, even so did he turn himself about from side to side, thinking all the
time how, single handed as he was, he should contrive to kill so large a body
of men as the wicked suitors.”
Yes – sausage can be metaphoric. Or whatever the adjective is from simile.
thinking again about food and photography.Taking pictures of food used to be a highly specialized skill, and now
every Tom, Dick and Shirley with a cell phone does it.
There was a glorious moment in my career as a jobbing hack when I went
up to Yorkshire to talk to a soup maker (Yorkshire Provender) for the Daily Telegraph.It took all day, and a photographer and his
food stylist were there all the time I was.And when I’d finally had enough – at about six in the evening, having
been discussing soup for 8 hours or so - the photographer was still hard at it,
arranging elegant soup bowls, swirls of cream, and sprigs of chervil.I admired his focus.
This is one of the pics from Provender’s current website, though it
wasn’t taken on that day.
And so to my friend Jason Oddy.He
usually takes photographs that look like the one below; it’s part of Mentouri University, in Constantine, Algeria, 2013, from a series
titled “Concrete Spring.”
I happened to have dinner with him in London in a Turkish
restaurant called Yasar’s, in Blackhorse Road, in Walthamstow.And since he had his phone with him, and
since he was the professional photographer, I asked him to take a picture of
the kebabs we were eating.It came out
looking austere, simple without being exactly minimalist, and definitely architectural; very much like a Jason Oddy photograph in fact. I think that’s a good thing.
Gotta love a woman who likes pie and
haggis, and especially when she eats them together in a haggis pie.
Although it must be said that in this picture young Nicola Sturgeon does seem to be
sniffing it rather than actually eating it.