I was charged with writing the menu for last week's Farewell Feast (compliments to chefs Non Solo Eddy & the Curious Dane, featuring Lindsay on pastry.) Having received a vague description of the tasting menu, this is what I came up with - an almost-rhyming collection of ambiguous allusions to our year in food & travels.
On a hot summer day, it was all we could say
To start, your mouth we’ll divert
With a taste of dessert
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But Italy is more than ice cream
From north to south and in between
Four stages, four starches: wheat, potato, corn, & rice
One knudel would suffice,
But to more pasta, who would think twice?
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Then we travel abroad, beyond the Stivale
Might we interest you in something different,
Perhaps a palle?
(Carved tableside, there’s no need to hide!)
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A cheese so rare, even Cristiano and Mirco did it elude
Is it rendered or fresh aromas of the Alpage that it exudes?
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If food is memory, as surely it has been
To end, a sweet homage to all the places we’ve seen
From the Alps to Greek monasteries, Tuscan villages to Calabrian seas,
We returned to Bra after the vines of the Douro,
Here’s to many more of these moments in our tomorrow.
The actual menu went something like this:
Cipolle di Tropea corn-dog amuse-bouche
"Gelato" of carne cruda, Chirine's hummus, baccalau
Knüdel, braised beef
Risotto al nebbiolo
Greek lamb "offcuts"
Bitto e birra
Campari gelée, fennel granita
Semolina cake, yoghurt gelato, pistachio tuile
Gianduia soufflé, hazelnut tuile
We wrote personal limericks for each of our colleagues as party favours.
Who could this be?
With a hobbit she wants to hitch
Raw meat dinners she'll never ditch
Her heels leave a mark
And her roots are dark
Tell her and she'll say, "oh that's rich."