ANECDOTE 004: April 25, 2006
I was asked today what I was eating for lunch. What composed
my sandwich was:
- canned (in water) tuna fish
- hake (leftover from dinner two nights ago)
- honeydew melon (diced)
- shaved cheddar cheese (orange)
- multigrain bread
I was then asked if the recipe came from one of those cable
television cooking shows.
"No," I replied. "I don't have cable. This
recipe came from what was found in the refrigerator."
The explanation was received amusingly. The topic of discussion
mused on to, for some reason, the Olympics and idol/pageant-like
shows of talent.
On the way home, I mused about the lunchtime Q&A session,
which reminded me of the DADA
exhibit I had seen over the weekend. The sandwich was a
collage--the juxtaposition of found
objects, a montage of aftermath.
What were the demographically mediated influences, the
socioeconomic sciences, the historic and current events
that cultured the politics for this edible concoction?
Was my sandwich a bourgeois
provocation, a trifle that stimulated conversation? Did
the sandwich exemplify a denouncement of the prepared-food
industry--a never-ending conflict with labratory-extracted,
chemically preserved, amalgamated ingredients?
Like the anti-art tendencies of DADA,
was my lunchtime mash-up
Whatever, a very tasty absurdity, indeed--served with extra-crispy
potato chips, a golden apple, and (mineral) water.