Anthony Bourdain's A Cook's Tour
episode entitled "So Much Vodka, So Little Time" embodies what is really so wonderful about food.
I like the way he frames the episode within the story of the Russian chef whose seriousness about Matters Culinary initially fired his imagination and inspired his career. Then, in twenty minutes' time, he takes you from gritty blue collar ice-fishing and noshing to the heights of haute cuisine, from stark solitude with a freaky fish pie to joyful camaraderie over new, delightful fishes, through a by-way of let's-call-it-alternative-therapies, including a "massage" of sorts, etc.
I find ironic that this co-host/judge of the bizarre culinary "reality show", Taste
- which invites cooks to construct single bites that contain many flavors and textures - here extols the sheer poetry of Russian juxtaposition/ deconstruction (rather than blending):
Comparing the apéritif of homemade-horseradish-vodka-with-cucumber-juice-chaser to his day's earlier activity: the 200º-sauna-followed-by-freezing-plunge.
All in that B-heavy geocontext so highlighted in my own genealogy: Saint Petersburg.
If this is the sort of synaesthetic poetry that turns you on as it does me, check it out.