Following on from this unsolicited entry from Chef James: "De Michelin man got Catalan cooking - next meal must use Spanish produce", I'm launching a competition for the best short blog post composed entirely from terms in my Wordle (articles, prepositions, conjunctions and pronouns can be added, but no nouns, verbs, adjectives or adverbs). Post your entry in a comment, no longer than four sentences. More points for using the more important words. Winner announced late next week.
Friday, 27 February 2009
What I've Been Writing About
I've seen these things on people's blogs for ages, but it never occurred to me before to check out where they come from. The answer is Wordle, a software tool that generated 'word clouds' from text that you provide, with greater prominence given to the words that appear most frequently in the text. Like a psychometric test, this can turn up some revealing issues that you weren't even aware of.

The top nouns contain no surprises - "food", "restaurant", "chef", "Barcelona"... As for the other words, clearly one tends to say "one" rather too often, although I do like the focus on the words "new", "time", "now", "experience" and "just". I'll leave the rest to any psychotherapists out there.
Competition
Following on from this unsolicited entry from Chef James: "De Michelin man got Catalan cooking - next meal must use Spanish produce", I'm launching a competition for the best short blog post composed entirely from terms in my Wordle (articles, prepositions, conjunctions and pronouns can be added, but no nouns, verbs, adjectives or adverbs). Post your entry in a comment, no longer than four sentences. More points for using the more important words. Winner announced late next week.
Following on from this unsolicited entry from Chef James: "De Michelin man got Catalan cooking - next meal must use Spanish produce", I'm launching a competition for the best short blog post composed entirely from terms in my Wordle (articles, prepositions, conjunctions and pronouns can be added, but no nouns, verbs, adjectives or adverbs). Post your entry in a comment, no longer than four sentences. More points for using the more important words. Winner announced late next week.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Tampopo Wins Award For Best Picture
The 81st Academy Awards ceremony takes place later today. But a week ago the foodie world celebrated something far more important than the Hollywood Oscars. I refer to the CooksDen All-Time Culinary Cinema Awards (hat-tip Slashfood). These "honour great movies that include food as a central component in their theme, plot or cinematography", with awards given in nine categories. I won't spoil your fun by announcing all the nominees and winners here - go visit CooksDen for full details. But I must just mention one or two. Sexiest film (not starring Salma Hayek or Penélope Cruz) went deservingly to Alfonso Arau's brilliant Like Water For Chocolate. Best Restaurant Industry Movie was Pixar's excellent animation Ratatouille. And the grand prix - Best Food Movie - went to my own all-time favourite food movie, the late Juzo Itami's masterpiece Tampopo, with another favourite of mine, Ang Lee's Eat Drink Man Woman, as a runner-up. You'll find several clips from these films in my Food Movies & Books section.
Reading the CooksDen awards, I was inspired to post another couple of clips myself. Love food? Love movies? Then you'll surely love these, although the second one is unsuitable for vegetarians. Enjoy.
Thanks to daver667 and kemosabe33 for the clips.
Thanks to daver667 and kemosabe33 for the clips.
Postscript: On the subject of food movies, my own humble little collection of clips that I've made myself and commercial extracts I've edited and uploaded recently received its 500,000th visitor. Any suggestion that YouTube is dumb-down viewing for those with 10-second attention spans is rebutted by the runaway leader in viewership The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest - the BBC's brilliant 1957 April Fools' Day spoof.
Post-postscript: I was delighted to hear this morning that Slumdog Millionaire won eight Oscars last night, including Best Picture and Best Director. Not just as someone who loves film, but also from the standpoint of a trainee chef and future restaurant owner. If a movie that cost $15m to make, about poor people in a "foreign" country, with no recognised lead actors and substantial parts in Hindi can triumph in Hollywood, then there's hope for all of us who reject the path of conformity and tradition in favour of independence and creativity. Mind you, a quick scan of the internet shows no end of controversy over a whole tranche of different allegations surrounding the movie - from ilicit affairs to libel of local charities to appeasement of Coca Cola. I guess it's not going to be an easy path to triumph as a restaurateur.
Post-postscript: I was delighted to hear this morning that Slumdog Millionaire won eight Oscars last night, including Best Picture and Best Director. Not just as someone who loves film, but also from the standpoint of a trainee chef and future restaurant owner. If a movie that cost $15m to make, about poor people in a "foreign" country, with no recognised lead actors and substantial parts in Hindi can triumph in Hollywood, then there's hope for all of us who reject the path of conformity and tradition in favour of independence and creativity. Mind you, a quick scan of the internet shows no end of controversy over a whole tranche of different allegations surrounding the movie - from ilicit affairs to libel of local charities to appeasement of Coca Cola. I guess it's not going to be an easy path to triumph as a restaurateur.
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Beggars, Choosers And Prêt-À-Manger
Tucked away in a corner of this blog is a satirical piece about three fellow college alumni. "Three sad characters", I wrote tongue-in-cheek "...driven completely insane after years of mind-numbing drudgery eking out a subsistence living as a skullery slave. Click on their pictures to see the sad stories of where they are now." Antony Worrall Thompson, Jamie Oliver and Ainsley Harriot are all graduates of the Professional Chef Diploma course at Westminster Kingsway College and all three went on to massive success variously as restaurateurs, food writers, campaigners, promoters and broadcasters. So it came as something of a shock when I searched the online news last Monday and read this. And this. And even more so, this. It's hard enough to contemplate Antony Worrall Thompson's restaurant chain going into receivership, let alone contemplating food mega-star Gordon Ramsay having financial difficulties.
Of course I haven't been oblivious to the credit crunch and the ensuing global financial crisis. Regular readers will have spotted a certain reluctance on my part to write about my professional training recently, and the two issues are not unrelated.
In Septemer 2007 I packed my diploma and CV, a few clothes and my favourite DVDs and boarded a plane to Barcelona. It was an exciting time. The economy was buoyant, the restaurant scene vibrant, and a young graduate could look forward to an exciting future. How things have changed since. Britain may have severe economic problems, but Spain has led the way, with the highest unemployment rates in the Euro-zone, as the crisis spreads from its roots in property and construction into the rest of the economy. Only a few days ago I posted a review of Barcelona's gastronomic scene, saying of the new bistronomic chefs: "I expect the best of the new breed will succumb to commercial pressures, take on investment partners, open larger and swankier premises, serve foie gras and truffle and win Michelin stars."
My only excuse for this piece of gross misjudgment was that I started drafting this post a long time ago and it took months to complete. In the current market, the trend is in exactly the opposite direction, with the emergence in fine dining of what has been termed prêt-à-manger dining. According to leading local commentator Pau Arenós of El Periódico, "check totals have fallen by 30-40%, and one-star restaurants, particularly those with younger chefs, have been forced to offer fixed price lunches at around €35." The new bistronomic chefs aren't moving up - the established haut chefs are moving down.
Seventeen months ago it was still relatively easy for a hardworking and enthusiastic young person to find a paid position in one of the best restaurants in Barcelona. Several people wrote to me for advice in those early days and I was able to help some of them to find local jobs. But a month ago a young Danish chef whose previous job had been as a chef de partie (section head) at a Michelin 1* establishment in Oslo came to visit. He sent me this email on return to Copenhagen: "I went to 7 places all saying the same - not hiring right now mostly because of the unfortunate financial crisis. They got hit really hard down there. So unfortunally I'm back in Denmark right now looking for a job and if I get an opportunity to get to Barcelona again I will have to see what happens."
Personally, I've been lucky. Perhaps as much a result of my linguistic skills as much as my culinary experience, I've managed to survive thus far. But I've had to work for little pay since leaving Comerç 24, because fully-paid contracts are few and far between. If my parents weren't able to help support me, I would have crashed and burnt by now. You'll understand that there are things I can't tell you because I'm not prepared to compromise the integrity of the restaurants concerned, but some brilliant head chefs in this city who in normal circumstances would now be hiring hand over fist are being forced to lay off staff. I've just had my stage at Lasarte extended by Head Chef Antonio Saez and I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity to remain in highly enjoyable and instructive employment in a top-class kitchen while looking for a more permanent contract. Others in my position have been far less lucky.
I don't want to make things worse by adding to the talking-down. I remain convinced that Barcelona is one of the world's greatest cities in which to learn the art of chefdom and I have no doubt that when general economic recovery comes, this city will resume its rightful place as a pinnacle of European gastronomy. But in the meantime, we pretty much have to accept whatever is on offer and be grateful for it. Maybe this recession marks the end of one era in Spanish gastronomic history and the start of a new one. Albert Adrià leaving El Bulli to focus on Inopia may just be one very telling sign of this.
To end on a slightly lighter note, my brother Joel and sister-in-law Aliyyah arrived in Port of Spain for Trini Carnival last weekend in time for the global slump to strike Trinidad with the closure of the Bat & Ball and Admiral Nelson. I doubt somehow that they'll miss the food, but when it comes to the beer...
My only excuse for this piece of gross misjudgment was that I started drafting this post a long time ago and it took months to complete. In the current market, the trend is in exactly the opposite direction, with the emergence in fine dining of what has been termed prêt-à-manger dining. According to leading local commentator Pau Arenós of El Periódico, "check totals have fallen by 30-40%, and one-star restaurants, particularly those with younger chefs, have been forced to offer fixed price lunches at around €35." The new bistronomic chefs aren't moving up - the established haut chefs are moving down.
Personally, I've been lucky. Perhaps as much a result of my linguistic skills as much as my culinary experience, I've managed to survive thus far. But I've had to work for little pay since leaving Comerç 24, because fully-paid contracts are few and far between. If my parents weren't able to help support me, I would have crashed and burnt by now. You'll understand that there are things I can't tell you because I'm not prepared to compromise the integrity of the restaurants concerned, but some brilliant head chefs in this city who in normal circumstances would now be hiring hand over fist are being forced to lay off staff. I've just had my stage at Lasarte extended by Head Chef Antonio Saez and I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity to remain in highly enjoyable and instructive employment in a top-class kitchen while looking for a more permanent contract. Others in my position have been far less lucky.
To end on a slightly lighter note, my brother Joel and sister-in-law Aliyyah arrived in Port of Spain for Trini Carnival last weekend in time for the global slump to strike Trinidad with the closure of the Bat & Ball and Admiral Nelson. I doubt somehow that they'll miss the food, but when it comes to the beer...
Thanks to my dad, iirraa and loremipsum for the three photos.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Putting Problems Into Perspective
I sat down earlier to start drafting a post about financial hardship in the European hospitality trade resulting from the economic crisis. But after seeing the TV news pictures last night, it just seemed so inappropriate for me to moan about difficulties here in Barcelona. So I'll finish that post later, but right now I want to put things into perspective by extending my deepest sympathies to everyone caught up in what has been described as Australia's greatest peace-time tragedy.
Three years ago I couldn't put my finger on a map of Australia and point out the State of Victoria, but several things happened since then that make the place very special to me. In the course of research for my college gastronomy project I discovered Gippsland cheeses. That and other food links led me to discover the Melbourne-based food blogger Haalo, who has been hugely influential to me in my own small efforts, teaching me so much about food and how to engage with it visually. On Sunday we came full circle, with Haalo posting this appeal to readers to donate to various bushfire disaster charities including the Gippsland Emergency Relief Fund. I know I'm not alone here in Europe telling everyone in Australia - especially in Victoria - that our thoughts are with you during this truly dreadful time.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Chowhound - Experience Not Required
Like all electronic noticeboards, Chowhound operates a netiquette, or set of rules that determine what is and isn't appropriate behaviour when posting to the site. And like the ironically-named Pravda - which from the Bolshevik revolution to the fall of the Berlin Wall was the source of all information for the peoples of Russia and its satellites - it doesn't tolerate dissent from its contributors.
I should know - I've just suffered the same fate as Lev Davidovitch Bronstein. One minute I was arguing my corner in Chowhound's internal Site Talk section against the impromptu removal of one of my contributions towards better understanding of food in Barcelona... the next minute I never existed. The "moderators", or People's Comissariat for Internal Affairs as Trotsky would have known them, had erased me from history. And what was my crime? Profanity? Insulting the readership? Self-promotion? No, I simply told these worthy protectors of the noticeboard's innocent and vulnerable readership that, in my opinion, they didn't understand the hospitality industry. Crime enough to merit a virtual ice-pick up the backside, resulting in my cyber-elimination. Still, there's one comfort. I'm not the only one.
I wasn't born yesterday. I know all about spammers, self-promoters, scrapers and all the other species of low-life who inhabit the blogosphere. I would know about them, of course - I publish a blog. Like many other bloggers I spend precious time removing the embedded links that commenters try to sneak into my website in order to boost their Technorati authority. They are often highly sophisticated and very difficult to spot: "Hallo Aydin, I just reading your blog and I loving it very muchly and I will be reading its lot's more in future. http://www.fakeviagrapills.com."
Actually, people like me do receive 'industry insider' treatment in many top class restaurants. But it's not a conspiracy, as implied by the Chow hounds. Chefs usually recognise each other and, as customers, are often given extra dishes that are under development and are sometimes invited to tour the kitchen. Nobody but nobody has ever suggested to me that they expected any sort of publishing favour in return. It's a simply ridiculous suggestion. What's even more ridiculous is to believe that one's noticeboard readers are so infantile that they are unable to tell genuine opinion from self-interested hype and they need Net Nanny to wipe away the nasty stains on the highchair and make everything sparkly clean again.
The moderators of Chowhound don't seem to know very much about the hospitality industry or about blogging, though it looks like they know quite a lot about childminding. Pointing out their deficiencies on Site Talk was not well received. Still, never mind. Tourists about to visit foreign cities can always rely on the honest, unbiased opinions of other tourists visiting the same cities. God forbid they should be allowed to seek advice from those who actually live and work in their destination cities and knows what they're talking about. Unless, of course, they decide to abandon the shameless red-top and join eGullet.
Postscript: I'm usually careful to check out other food blogs before publishing anything that might have been discussed previously, but on this occasion I failed to do my research. So thanks to everyone who pointed out that I'm definitely not alone in my thoughts about Chowhound. Being very careful about what I say, I was a bit worried about proposing a Stalinist metaphor... until I read posts using far stronger epithets. For opinions on Chowhound from other food bloggers, try this, this, this, this, this and this.
Thursday, 5 February 2009
A Love Triangle
| For quite a while I'd been toying with ideas as to what to do with two sweet potatoes that I'd bought from my favourite local foodstore De Tot Al Born and the other day I decided that enough was enough and it was time to put some plans into action. So, fresh from the shower and still in my dressing gown, I briskly went about turning my knobbly tubers into a smooth, bright orange purée with the aid of some boiling water, a stick blender, a chunk of butter and a sprinkling of Maldon salt. I gently simmered the sweet potatoes whole in their skins until soft, then peeled them while hot and left them for a further 10 minutes to dry out. So as not to create any waste at all from the process, I used the sweet, orange and nutrient-rich cooking water to thin out the purée while blitzing until it reached a smooth, silky texture. A quick push through a fine sieve and my sweet potato was ready for a partner to mingle with. |
| A browse through the fridge led me rapidly to the most obvious conclusion - a pack of Philadelphia cream cheese staring up at me as if to say: "Yeah, you know what to do". In terms of flavour, texture and colour I knew there was still one thing missing from this snack - something to counteract the buttery, creamy richness of the sweet potato and cheese. And, after a brief glance in the cupboard, the love triangle was completed as my eyes alighted upon a bottle of aged balsamic vinegar that had been endeavoring to hide itself behind the PG Tips. So starting from the bottom upwards, you will see a lightly set balsamic gelatine made with Iota at the base of the glass, followed by whipped cream cheese, and then the sweet potato purée at the top. No stroke of genius really, just a simple but well thought out combination of three components that complement each other equally in terms of flavour, texture and colour. |
| Almost enough to get me to use the "y" word. Nah, not really. You know me too well for that. |
2007 and moved to Spain, where I trained in Barcelona at Carles Abellan's Comerç 24 (which won its first Michelin star) and Martín Beresategui's Lasarte (which won its second Michelin star) and was chef de partie and later Pastry Chef to Paco Morales at the amazing hotel restaurant Ferrero in the Valèncian mountains. This Spring I returned to London as part of the team of celebrated Portuguese chef Nuno Mendes, opening East End restaurant Viajante. I'm still working with food, but taking a break from fine dining. Passionately pursuing my life-long ambition to become a top-class chef and, one day, a world-famous restaurateur.




























