The day after

Airstream provided by Josh Rowan. Drinks provided by Jason Rowan. Photo by Ian Rowan. Rosemary gimlets offered after the opening keynote from Adam Gopnik. Need we say more?

For some reason I don’t really want to think about too hard, I am not hung over today but Billy Collins, at some point (I think it was yesterday) read a poem called The Hangover which included the most poetic rendering of the children’s pool game Marco Polo one could imagine. You should look it up, or better, find a recording of Billy reading it. It’s entirely possible you will find such a recording in the near future on Littoral, The Key West Literary Seminar’s entirely excellent blog. At least I hope so.

In the meantime I can now recite from memory the poem Bacon and Eggs by Howard Nemerov, like Billy a two-time Poet Laureate and apparently like Billy a funny guy, too. This is the entire text:

The chicken contributes

But the pig gives its all.

It’s a good poem and it bore repeated recitation, along with Roy Blount, Jr.’s poem Oysters, of which I cannot recite the entire text though I do know the last lines:

I prefer my oysters fried

That way I know the oyster’s died.

A sentiment with which I agree after reading The Big Oyster by Mark Kurlansky, in which he reports that if you have to shuck an oyster, it’s alive (once it’s dead, it relaxes the ligament holding the two sides of the shell together). I always liked them Florentine anyway, plus that way you don’t have to worry about that pesky liver thing that can kill you.

All of which is to say, I learned a lot over the last 10 days and had a great time, too. It was cool to see New Yorker staff writer Adam Gopnik in action — if you weren’t at his keynote you’ll just have to wait for the podcast because there’s no way I could possibly describe it except as a cultural history of the concept of taste. My take-home from that talk: E Pluribus Unum, our national motto until 1956 when they replaced it with In God We Trust, came from a recipe. Pretty cool. (June 10 update: It’s here! Download now for your auditory enlightenment!)

As usual, the Seminar makes me want to read almost every book by almost every writer who appeared, but this year’s Seminar had the added effect of also making me want to eat almost everything described (except the human lung mucus from “Alive” — thank you, Kate Christensen!) and cook almost everything, too. I had been wavering the entire time about buying American Food Writing, Molly O’Neill’s anthology published by the Library of America. I knew we had it in the library collection but I also knew that you don’t just check an anthology out of the library for two weeks and read it straight through; you dip in and out as the mood strikes you. The factor that put me over the edge yesterday was that it includes recipes, including James Beard’s recipe for Beef Stroganoff, which seemed to come up multiple times. I might even attempt the damned thing.

Here, in no particular order except roughly chronological, are some of my highlights from the second session of the Seminar. Despite having a number of panelists (or seminarians, as Adam Gopnik suggested we call them) in common, it was very different — but both were excellent.

  • “The key to writing is to take the mental task and turn it into a physical task.” — Adam Gopnik, during a panel that compared cooking and writing
  • “One advantage pro cooks have over pro writers is they get to yell at people.” — Gopnik again
  • “It’s a really dangerous moment when you sate the desire in a piece. I always feel like I’ve lost the reader and it’s time to do the dishes.” — Molly O’Neill
  • “Obsession is required” in cooking and writing — Michael Ruhlman. Also, he notes, an immense capacity for repetition, aka practice
  • Kate Christensen said she always notices a novel’s “prandial plot” and “I hate novels that have no food in them.”
  • “Our relationship to food is revealing of our characters in the way that nothing else is.” — Christensen again
  • On the page, “food isn’t a metaphor. It’s a thing in itself that explodes in the verbal part of your brain.” — Christensen a third time
  • Take This Job and Shove It is “a ditty disappointed in itself” — from Kevin Young‘s poem “On Being The Only Black Man At A Johnny Paycheck Concert”
  • “Food is what distinguishes us as human beings, cooked food.” — Michael Ruhlman
  • “If my peaches are successful, they are no longer mine.” — David Mas Masumoto, organic peach farmer and essayist
  • “When you grow thousands of peaches, you don’t bother sucking on the pit.” — Mas again
  • “Without me, you would never have seen the poem ‘Nebraskans eat their weiners.’ ” — Mark Kurlansky, discussing “The Food of a Younger Land,” the collection of WPA food writing from 1940
  • “Locavore is a movement today. It was a way of life then. You had no choice.” — Kurlansky again
  • The reason French food culture is so much better than English food culture is red wine, according to Adam Gopnik. “I don’t think a beer and whiskey culture will ever have quite that same relationship to its food as a red wine culture.”
  • Gopnik recommends “The Feasts of Autolycus: The Diary of A Greedy Woman,” published in 1900 by Elizabeth Robbins Pennell, saying that “a woman writing about her right to be greedy is writing about her right be sexy, to have sex.”
  • “Catullus would have loved Facebook. He would have been on there all the time.” — Billy Collins
  • “Sometimes you write a poem because you don’t want eating alone one night in Pittsburgh to come to nothing.” — Collins again, discussing his poem “The Fish.”
  • “Fat is good!” — the refrain Michael Ruhlman had the entire auditorium calling out. “Salt and fat are two of my great passions.”
  • “Food is about generosity, not about withholding.” — Ruhlman again
  • It turns out a buckeye is, in addition to being some kind of hard little nut, a delicious candy made with peanut butter surrounded by chocolate, a big favorite in Ohio. I had no idea.
  • In a discussion of, er, food porn, we learned that magazine and cookbook editors demand the “hero shot” of food that presents it at its most, er, appetizing. Ahem.
  • “Always pick the thing that is not a chain is one way to save the world.” — Elizabeth Berg, from her story “The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted”
  • Favorite recipe: Buy two boxes of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Make one box of macaroni, use both envelopes of cheese. — Berg again, from the same story
  • “The whole history of America was of gobbling up the continent.” — Mark Kurlansky
  • “We don’t eat money.” — An Icelander telling Mark Kurlansky why they eat haddock, not cod
  • “I have never followed a recipe in my life. I read them and I’m inspired by them but then I just go do what I was going to do anyway.” — Molly O’Neill
  • “We think of recipes as instruction manuals but recipes are sheet music.” — Michael Ruhlman
  • “There are several generations of people now who think recipes know more than they do.” — Molly O’Neill
  • “My overarching goal is to have more people cook for themselves because I think life is better that way. The world is better that way.” — Michael Ruhlman
  • Judith Jones is “absolutely the last of the great cookbook editors. Everybody else is just trying to make the sucker fit on the page.” — Molly O’Neill
  • The first line of the first edition of The Joy of Cooking: “Stand facing the stove.”
  • “A great meal in China has themes; it has a narrative arc.” — Nicole Mones
  • “Where else can you win an international cookbook medal for a novel that doesn’t contain any recipes?” Mones again
  • “My childhood was not defined by the grand meals my mother cooked. It was defined by trips to Waffle House with my father.” — John T. Edge
  • Recommended reading from Edge: Southern Fried Plus Six by William Price Fox
  • And I’ll give Billy Collins the last word: “I’m surprised more people don’t read poetry. It’s so short.”


Filed under fiction, history, Literary seminar, nonfiction, poetry, recommended reading

3 responses to “The day after

  1. Anne

    Let’s not forget “When I lost my food virginity…” a writing exercise introduced by David Mas Masumoto. Then, treated to a taste of pickled collards, courtesy of John T. Edge. Great time!

  2. Love the poems, Nan, thanks for posting! And congrats on being done with the seminar–sounds like it was a great time!!

  3. MEC

    My favorite description of a hangover is from Wolfe, but there’s lots here that’s gewwwd–though it doesn’t recall my own, first hangover story, featuring Dad chirping, the night after the junior prom, “Sooo: How ’bout some nice fried eggs and SAU-sage!”

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