I was recently having a conversation with my wife about a program we heard on the radio while working together in the kitchen. It was one of those magazine programs with articles about all kinds of subjects and they were having a roll on talking about food.
First there was an article about some Tunisian snack – I can’t remember what – and they interviewed some north African ethnic cookery expert who explained how to make it. The next article was about wine. What wine goes with what food, how to choose a wine for a meal and all that stuff.
Wife says; “I can’t stand people talking about wine. It’s so pretentious (paltzani in Hebrew).
I say; “I don’t like people talking about food. Why is the wine any worse than the Tunisian sandwich?”
It may not be normal, but I find that culinary discussions to sometimes verge on the pornographic. For me the discussion of techniques and recipes to bring exquisite pleasure to a diner by tantalizing his taste buds, is a voyeuristic experience a bit like discussing techniques to bring exquisite pleasure to…. well you know what I mean.
It can also be pretentious. And it doesn’t matter if you are talking about “authentic” ethnic cookery or “prestigious” wines.
Another thing that makes me feel uneasy is reading art reviews and even more so, manifestos. Albeit, there are differences between a Tunisian sandwich, the Karma Sutra and a newspaper review of an art exhibit, but they all bring me to the same feeling of “stop talking about it and get on with it”.