My expectations of the London Olympics' opening ceremony were so low that, I suppose, I would have been impressed if it had featured Boris as Boudicca, driving a chariot over the prostate figures of the Locog committee. (Actually, now that I think about it, that would have been fairly entertaining.)
Appalled by the organising committee's slavishly sycophantic attitude towards its sponsors and their 'rights' – which caused them to ban home knitted cushions from being distributed to the Olympic athletes, and to require shops and restaurants to remove Olympic-themed decorations and products – as well the rule that online articles and blog posts may not link to the official 2012 site if they're critical of the games, the decision to make the official entrance of the Olympic site a shopping mall, and the creation of special lanes for VIP traffic, I wasn't terribly impressed by the London Olympics.
But watching the opening ceremony last night, I was reduced to a pile of NHS-adoring, Tim Berners-Lee worshipping, British children's literature-loving goo. Although a reference to the British Empire – other than the arrival of the Windrush – would have been nice, I think that Danny Boyle's narrative of British history which emphasised the nation's industrial heritage, its protest and trade union movements, and its pop culture, was fantastic.
As some commentators have noted, this was the opposite of the kind of kings-and-queens-and-great-men history curriculum which Michael Gove wishes schools would teach. Oh and the parachuting Queen and Daniel Craig were pretty damn amazing too.
There was even a fleeting, joking reference to the dire quality of British food during the third part of the ceremony. There was something both apt, but also deeply ironic about this. On the one hand, there has been extensive coverage of Locog's ludicrous decision to allow manufacturers of junk food – Coke, Cadbury's, McDonald's – not only to be official sponsors of a sporting event, but to provide much of the catering. (McDonald's even tried to ban other suppliers from selling chips on the Olympic site.)
But, on the other, Britain's food scene has never been in better shape. It has excellent restaurants – and not only at the top end of the scale – and thriving and wonderful farmers' markets and street food.
It's this which makes the decision not to open up the catering of the event to London's food trucks, restaurants, and caterers so tragic. It is true that meals for the athletes and officials staying in the Village have been locally sourced and made from ethically-produced ingredients, and this is really great. But why the rules and regulations which actually make it more difficult for fans and spectators to buy – or bring their own – healthy food?
Of course, the athletes themselves will all be eating carefully calibrated, optimally nutritious food. There's been a lot of coverage of the difficulties of catering for so many people who eat such a variety of different things. The idea that athletes' performance is enhanced by what they consume – supplements, food, and drugs (unfortunately) – has become commonplace.
Even my local gym's café – an outpost of the Kauai health food chain – serves meals which are, apparently, suited for physically active people. I've never tried them, partly because the thought of me as an athlete is so utterly nuts. (I'm an enthusiastic, yet deeply appalling, swimmer.)
The notion that food and performance are linked in some way, has a long pedigree. In Ancient Greece, where diets were largely vegetarian, but supplemented occasionally with (usually goat) meat, evidence suggests that athletes at the early Olympics consumed more meat than usual to improve their performance. Ann C. Grandjean explains:
Perhaps the best accounts of athletic diet to survive from antiquity, however, relate to Milo of Croton, a wrestler whose feats of strength became legendary. He was an outstanding figure in the history of Greek athletics and won the wrestling event at five successive Olympics from 532 to 516 B.C. According to Athenaeus and Pausanius, his diet was 9 kg (20 pounds) of meat, 9 kg (20 pounds) of bread and 8.5 L (18 pints) of wine a day. The validity of these reports from antiquity, however, must be suspect. Although Milo was clearly a powerful, large man who possessed a prodigious appetite, basic estimations reveal that if he trained on such a volume of food, Milo would have consumed approximately 57,000 kcal (238,500 kJ) per day.
Eating more protein – although perhaps not quite as much as reported by Milo of Croton's fans – helps to build muscle, and would have given athletes an advantage over other, leaner competitors.
Another ancient dietary supplement seems to have been alcohol. Trainers provided their athletes with alcoholic drinks before and after training – in much the same way that contemporary athletes may consume sports drinks. But some, more recent sportsmen seem to have gone a little overboard, as Grandjean notes:
as recently as the 1908 Olympics, marathon runners drank cognac to enhance performance, and at least one German 100-km walker reportedly consumed 22 glasses of beer and half a bottle of wine during competition.
Drunken, German walker: I salute you and your ability to walk in a straight line after that much beer.
The London Olympic Village is, though, dry. Even its pub only serves soft drinks. With the coming of the modern games – which coincided with the development of sport and exercise science in the early twentieth century – diets became the subject of scientific enquiry. The professionalization of sport – with athletes more reliant on doing well in order to make a living – only served to increase the significance of this research.
One of the first studies on the link between nutrition and the performance of Olympic athletes was conducted at the 1952 games in Helsinki. The scientist E. Jokl (about whom I know nothing – any help gratefully received) demonstrated that those athletes who consumed fewer carbohydrates tended to do worse than those who ate more. Grandjean comments:
His findings may have been the genesis of the oft-repeated statement that the only nutritional difference between athletes and nonathletes is the need for increased energy intake. Current knowledge of sports nutrition, however, would indicate a more complex relationship.
As research into athletes' diets has progressed, so fashions for particular supplements and foods have emerged over the course of the twentieth century. Increasing consumption of protein and carbohydrates has become a common way of improving performance. Whereas during the 1950s and 1960s, athletes simply ate more meat, milk, bread, and pasta, since the 1970s, a growing selection of supplements has allowed sportsmen and –women to add more carefully calibrated and targeted forms of protein and carbohydrates to their diets.
Similarly, vitamin supplements have been part of athletes' diets since the 1930s. Evidence from athletes competing at the 1972 games in Munich demonstrated widespread use of multivitamins, although now, participants tend to choose more carefully those vitamins which produce specific outcomes.
But this history of shifting ideas around athletes' diets cannot be understood separately from the altogether more shadowy history of doping – of using illicit means of improving one's performance. Even the ancient Greeks and Romans used stimulants – ranging from dried figs to animal testes – to suppress fatigue and boost performance.
More recently, some of the first examples of doping during the nineteenth century come from cycling (nice to see that some things don't change), and, more specifically, from long-distance, week-long bicycle races which depended on cyclists' reserves of strength and stamina. Richard IG Holt, Ioulietta Erotokritou-Mulligan, and Peter H. Sönksen explain:
A variety of performance enhancing mixtures were tried; there are reports of the French using mixtures with caffeine bases, the Belgians using sugar cubes dripped in ether, and others using alcohol-containing cordials, while the sprinters specialised in the use of nitroglycerine. As the race progressed, the athletes increased the amounts of strychnine and cocaine added to their caffeine mixtures. It is perhaps unsurprising that the first doping fatality occurred during such an event, when Arthur Linton, an English cyclist who is alleged to have overdosed on 'tri-methyl' (thought to be a compound containing either caffeine or ether), died in 1886 during a 600 km race between Bordeaux and Paris.
Before the introduction of doping regulations, the use of performance enhancing drugs was rife at the modern Olympics:
In 1904, Thomas Hicks, winner of the marathon, took strychnine and brandy several times during the race. At the Los Angeles Olympic Games in 1932, Japanese swimmers were said to be 'pumped full of oxygen'. Anabolic steroids were referred to by the then editor of Track and Field News in 1969 as the 'breakfast of champions'.
But regulation – the first anti-drugs tests were undertaken at the 1968 Mexico games – didn't stop athletes from doping – the practice simply went underground. The USSR and East Germany allowed their representatives to take performance enhancing drugs, and an investigation undertaken after Ben Johnson was disqualified for doping at the Seoul games revealed that at least half of the athletes who competed at the 1988 Olympics had taken anabolic steroids. In 1996, some athletes called the summer Olympics in Atlanta the 'Growth Hormone Games' and the 2000 Olympics were dubbed the 'Dirty Games' after the disqualification of Marion Jones for doping.
At the heart of the issue of doping and the use of supplements, is distinguishing between legitimate and illegitimate means of enhancing performance. The idea that taking drugs to make athletes run, swim, or cycle faster, or jump further and higher, is unfair, is a relatively recent one. It's worth noting that the World Anti-Doping Agency, which is responsible for establishing and maintaining standards for anti-doping work, was formed only in 1999.
What makes anabolic steroids different from consuming high doses of protein, amino acids, or vitamins? Why, indeed, was Caster Semenya deemed to have an unfair advantage at the 2009 IAAF World Championships, but the blade-running Oscar Pistorius is not?
I'm really pleased that both Semenya and Pistorius are participating in the 2012 games – I'm immensely proud that Semenya carried South Africa's flag into the Olympic stadium – but their experiences, as well as the closely intertwined histories of food supplements and doping in sport, demonstrate that the idea of an 'unfair advantage' is a fairly nebulous one.
Elizabeth A. Applegate and Louis E. Grivetti, 'Search for the Competitive Edge: A History of Dietary Fads and Supplements,' The Journal of Nutrition, vol. 127, no. 5 (2007), pp. 869S-873S.
Ann C. Grandjean, 'Diets of Elite Athletes: Has the Discipline of Sports Nutrition Made an Impact?' The Journal of Nutrition, vol. 127, no. 5 (2007), pp. 874S-877S.
Richard IG Holt, Ioulietta Erotokritou-Mulligan, and Peter H. Sönksen, 'The History of Doping and Growth Hormone Abuse in Sport,' Growth Hormone & IGF Research, vol. 19 (2009), pp. 320-326.
Demand for food parcels increases in Britain. And photographs of foodbanks – and should foodbanks be doing the work of the state?
On the difficulties of researching child obesity in Latin America.
The exploitation of workers in cheap chicken take-away restaurants in London.
The PLoS series on Big Food.
Climate change is contributing to shrinking crop yields.
The curious case of the poisoned cows.
Preserving potato biodiversity in the Andes.
Why we should all eat more mince.
The odd trend for brain-boosting drinks.
Interesting articles about airline food from my Dad: why airline food tastes so strange, and efforts to make it more tasty.
This is fascinating: the Junior League Cookbook and the making of Southern cuisine.
'The Byzantine Omelette' by Saki.
Japanese designers and tea houses. (Thanks, Mum!)
What is the future of the cookbook?
Making dim sum in Hong Kong's Tim Ho Wan restaurant.
We do we really mean by 'artisanal' food?
How to barbecue without killing the planet.
This American Life on the recipe for Coca-Cola.
The ingredients in Danish rye bread.
An introduction to 'umami'.
The origins of southern cuisine in the US.
Vanilla yogurt gives mice glossier coats and larger testicles.
A blog on keeping chickens.
The origins, state, and future of the British breakfast.
How to make cold brew coffee.
A mathematically correct breakfast.
Street food in Palermo.
The art of coffee.
Cakes, cupcakes, and biscuits inspired by…Fifty Shades of Grey. (Truly, there is no hope for humanity.)
The long history of the espresso machine. (Thanks, Dan!)
Why organic wines still struggle to find an audience.
A milk map.
America's affection for homegrown confectionery.
Molecular cooking to try at home.
An interview with Reuben Riffel.
How much calcium is too much?
It's only cake
The television series which I most I want to watch at the moment is Girls. Written by and starring Lena Dunham, it follows the exploits of four young women in New York. Unlike Sex and the City, to which it is usually compared, its success is based partly on how truthful its depiction of the characters' experience of living in New York is: that it is expensive, and not particularly glamorous. It portrays sex and relationships wincingly realistically.
I'm interested in Girls not only because it looks fantastically entertaining: it seems to me to be part of a new kind of feminism which has emerged over the past few years.
In a pair of articles for N+1, Molly Fischer has taken a look at the rise of the 'ladyblog' since the founding of sites like Jezebel and The Hairpin in 2007 and 2008. For many young women, these blogs – and others – have taken the place of women's magazines. Considerably more intelligent and far better written, ladyblogs take aim at the ways in which women's magazines create and play on women's insecurities, as well as the values underpinning them.
But Fischer points out that ladyblogs also peddle femininities which are not always tolerant of dissent, and are often unwilling to engage in debate. She writes about the response to an earlier, more critical post:
When intimacy is your model of success, it becomes easy to assume that everyone is either a friend or a traitor. I had tried to approach the ladyblogs as an observer rather than a participant, but my writing about them in an apparently impersonal public voice, as a woman—which became a woman holding myself apart from their community of women—registered as unacceptable aggression. So, was I a spinster feminist, or just out to impress boys? This was the exact corner of the internet that seemed like it ought to know better.
I was particularly taken by her observation that the blogs' and their readers' tendency to refer to themselves as 'ladies', rather than 'women', signals a kind of discomfort with adult femininity. I think that this is worth exploring. In a review of Sheila Heti's How Should a Person Be? Katie Roiphe criticises the book – a novel about a group of variously arty people in Toronto – on the grounds that Heti's behaviour and thinking are not really befitting a thirty-five year-old woman:
One of the salient facts of Heti's milieu…is the very young quality of the book's philosophical speculations, the palpable feel of college students sitting on a roof marvelling at the universe and their own bon mots, though Heti herself is 35. …
The perpetual, piquant childishness, the fetishizing and prolonging of an early 20s conversation about the Meaning of Life is central to both the book's appeal and its annoyingness. Heti's character is working in a hair salon and thinking a lot about art and how to be 'the ideal human' while also hanging out with people so fascinating…that she is recording their every word for posterity.
How Should a Person Be?, Girls, even Whit Stillman's new film Damsels in Distress, as well as the increasing number of overtly feminist blogs and publications for women, from Frankie and The Gentlewoman to The Vagenda and The Flick, are a manifestation of the new feminism of the 2010s. EJ Graff explains this particularly well:
Young women are mad as hell, and they're not going to take it anymore.
These young women are irreverent and unashamed of talking openly about sex. They're less focused on eliminating consumerism or beauty culture than was the Second Wave. They're quicker to reach out across the social fault lines of race, sex, sexual orientation, disability, and other -isms. They love appropriating pop culture and wielding humour with sly commentaries like the blog Feminist Ryan Gosling or the video Shit White Girls Say to Black Girls. Their multimedia creations make Barbara Kruger's 1980s sloganeering art ('Your body is a battleground') look hopelessly earnest, or earnestly hopeless.
I agree with Fischer's argument that the use of 'lady' and 'girl' can signal a strange unwillingness to grow up – explicable, possibly, because it occurs within a wider cultural context which put enormous value on youth and youthfulness – but many of these blogs and other publications write for, and about, 'girls' and 'ladies' for other reasons. This is a deliberate reclaiming of terms which have been used to diminish, and to put down women.
As Graff makes the point, this most recent feminist wave has managed to negotiate itself out of the depoliticised impasse of third wave feminism, to a position where it expresses a genuine anger at the systematic marginalisation of women. Crucially, it is a feminism which is willing also to act and to protest – and it's difficult to underestimate the significance of the internet in allowing these women to mobilise. Fischer refers to the emergence of an 'online womanhood', and I think that this is an important observation.
But as third-wave feminism was dismissed as 'lipstick feminism', this new wave has been dubbed 'cupcake feminism'. On the one hand, celebrations of Women's Day and other woman-centred events have been accused of taking the edge off campaigns for issues ranging from equal pay to increasing access to contraception and birth control, by transforming them into fun, cupcake-serving gatherings for ladies.
On the other, though, as ladyblogs have reclaimed the words lady and girl, so, arguably, have they reclaimed the cupcake. This isn't to suggest, of course, that the popularity of cupcakes isn't connected, at least to some extent, to a weird infantilisation of women's food and eating habits. But one of the most interesting features of this new feminist wave is its attitude towards food and eating.
Jane Hu has written about the place of food in Girls:
if we're looking for what's truly universal in Dunham's depiction of young, white, upper-middle-class life in New York City, then maybe the cupcake isn't such a bad place to start. Eating is, after all, about as universal as it gets. … hunger, in all its manifestations, drives Girls.
The tentative title of Hannah's memoir-in-progress is, after all, Midnight Snack. A title is supposed to be suggestive and representative of a body of work, but really all Hannah's (unfinished) Midnight Snack indicates is that she still has not learned how or when to eat like an adult.
One of the clips from Girls makes this link between food, eating, and ladies, and girls, explicit:
This can be read in several different ways. I think that's it's worth noting how long the camera lingers on their ice cream-eating. How many series about women depict them eating – and enjoying it, without feeling guilty?
It's striking how many ladyblogs feature food and recipes. The Flick has a section on food and drink, and Frankie includes at least one recipe per issue, and has several on its blog. Neither views food – as so many women's magazines do – as something which needs to be limited and controlled. It is to be made and eaten with pleasure.
In a sense, this is a depoliticisation of food: these publications write about food because their readers are interested in it, and may enjoy cooking. It does not diminish them as feminists. They can have their cupcakes and eat them.
At the end of Margaret Atwood's fantastically brilliant first novel The Edible Woman (1970), her protagonist Margaret McAlpin bakes a cake. Over the course of the book, Margaret – who has a degree, but works for a market-research company in Toronto, and who has a vague sense of dissatisfaction with the direction in which her life is going – becomes engaged to the eligible Peter. As she realises, slowly, that this engagement and marriage will subsume her identity in his – that she will be consumed by it (and by him) – she begins to lose her appetite: first for meat, and then, slowly, for fish, vegetables, bread, and noodles. By the end of the novel, she can't eat anything. After a crisis, she breaks off her engagement.
She invites him to tea, to explain her decision, and serves him her cake, which she has made in the shape of a woman:
She went into the kitchen and returned, bearing the platter in front of her, carefully and with reverence, as though she was carrying something sacred in a procession, an icon or the crown on a cushion in a play. She knelt, setting the platter on the coffee-table in front of Peter.
'You've been trying to destroy me, haven't you,' she said. 'You've been trying to assimilate me. But I've made you a substitute, something you'll like much better. This is what you really wanted all along, isn't it? I'll get you a fork,' she added somewhat prosaically.
Peter stared from the cake to her face and back again. She wasn't smiling.
His eyes widened in alarm. Apparently he didn't find her silly.
When he had gone – and he went quite rapidly, they didn't have much of a conversation after all, he seemed embarrassed and eager to leave and even refused a cup of tea – she stood looking down at the figure. So Peter hadn't devoured it after all. As a symbol it had definitely failed. It looked up at her with its silvery eyes, enigmatic, mocking, succulent.
Suddenly she was hungry. Extremely hungry. The cake after all was only a cake. She picked up the platter, carried it to the kitchen table and located a fork. 'I'll start with the feet,' she decided.
Later, her flatmate, Ainsley, reappears:
'Marian, what have you got there?' She walked over to see. 'It's a woman – a woman made of cake!' She gave Marian a strange look.
Marian chewed and swallowed. 'Have some,' she said, 'it's really good. I made it this afternoon.'
Ainsley's mouth opened and closed, fishlike, as though she was trying to gulp down the full implication of what she saw. 'Marian!' she exclaimed at last, with horror. 'You're rejecting your femininity!'
Marian looked back at her platter. The woman lay there, still smiling glassily, her legs gone. 'Nonsense,' she said. 'It's only a cake.' She plunged her fork into the carcass, neatly severing the body from the head.
Yes. It's only cake.
Foodie Pseudery (25)
The incredible profundity of making chocolate chip cookies:
Have you ever looked deeply into someone's eyes and melted into their being, feeling as though your two bodies are too cumbersome, too tangible, keeping your essences apart, preventing you from becoming the one inextricable spirit of energy and love and sensuality you were always meant to be? Well, this is exactly how your flour mixture feels as it is slowly stirred into your butter mixture. Pour the flour little by little into the butter, stirring each time. Remember, this love is not a crash or an explosion. It's a careful melding of beings.
This final moment is when I forget where I am, why I'm here, all the apprehension, all the obstacles, and I can do anything, be anyone: it's just me and the chocolate chip cookie dough taste-test.
Rebuilding agriculture in Egypt.
The launch of the Global Food Security Index.
How the size of fizzy drinks has increased in the US.
The rise of 'single estate milk' in Ireland.
The cost of coffee.
Why British dairy farmers are protesting at a drop in the price of milk.
How Kraft tests its products on children. (Thanks, David!)
Fake meat comes ever closer to being a reality.
No chips other than McDonald's chips are to be allowed in the Olympic park. Madness.
The politics of free milk.
The worryingly high incidence of bisphenol A in humans.
Constructing Korean identity and food.
Marcella Hazan, Facebook enthusiast.
A riposte to 'self-righteous vegetarianism.'
What criticism of fast food says about our relationship with food.
An interview with Jay Rayner.
Who's caused the elderflower shortage?
Surströmming.
A lovely article about Escape Caffe in Cape Town.
On the continuing success of Coca-Cola.
Reading and eating.
A girl and her pig.
Hints and tips for dining etiquette.
Fuchsia Dunlop on the pungent cuisine of Shaoxing (and more pictures here).
A guide to Greek cooking.
The Ideal Cookery Book, by Margaret Alice Fairclough.
The Coalition against Brunch.
Five of the best trattorias in Rome.
Vegan taxidermy.
Margarine and fizzy drinks. (Thanks Dan!)
Kenyan tea.
How to get people to shop for groceries in the nude.
The world's largest coffee mosaic.
The trend for bitters in cocktails.
Fried sage leaves.
Recipes for blueberries. (Thanks, Simon!)
Britain's changing food scene and the London Olympics.
Supermarkets and the threat to the Amazon. (Thanks, David!)
Are all calories the same?
How to chop an onion.
Hyper-real paintings of puddings.
The history of the fork.
Ten made-up food holidays.
Can food photography make you hungry?
Japan rethinks its relationship with food. (Thanks, Mum!)
Urgh: the cheeseburger-crust pizza.
How to eat cheese and biscuits.
Breakfast-shaped earphones.
A poem about olives.
Why wasting food is bad for the environment.
The Cake Museum in Los Angeles is under threat.
How cupcakes may save NASA. (Thanks, Jane-Anne!)
Children's Food
I'm writing this post while listening to this week's podcast of BBC Radio 4's Food Programme. The episode is about nine year-old food writer Martha Payne, whose blog about the dinners served at her school became the cause of a strange and troubling controversy a month ago.
Martha uses her blog, NeverSeconds, to review the food she eats at school. As Jay Rayner points out, although she may criticise – rightly – much of which the school provides for lunch, NeverSeconds is not intended as a kind of school dinners hatchet job. She rates her meals according to a Food-o-Meter, taking into account how healthy, but also how delicious, they are.
As her blog has grown in popularity, children from all over the world have contributed photographs and reviews, and it's partly this which makes Never Seconds so wonderful: it's a space in which children can discuss and debate food.
NeverSeconds came to wider – global – notice when the Argyll and Bute Council tried to shut it down in June, after the Daily Record published an article featuring Martha cooking with the chef Nick Nairn, headlined 'Time to fire the dinner ladies.' The blog's honest descriptions and pictures of some of the food served to schoolchildren can't have pleased councillors either.
As Private Eye (no. 1317) makes the point, the council's bizarre – and futile – attempts to silence a blog probably had as much to do with internal politicking and minor corruption as anything else, but the furore which erupted after the ban also said a great deal about attitudes towards food and children.
What is really scandalous about the blog is that it reveals how bad – how unhealthy, how heavily processed – school meals can be. When Jamie Oliver launched a campaign in 2005 to improve the quality of school dinners in the UK, his most shocking revelations were not, I think, that children were being fed Turkey Twizzlers and chips for lunch, but, rather, that the British government is willing to spend so little on what children eat at school. Last year, the state spent an average of 67p per primary school pupil per meal, per day. This rose to 88p for those in high school.
Michael Gove has recently announced another inquiry into the quality of school meals – this time headed up by the altogether posher-than-Jamie Henry Dimbleby, the founder of the Leon chain of restaurants, who also seems to spend the odd holiday with the Education Secretary in Marrakech. It's a tough life.
But as Sheila Dillon comments during this episode of the Food Programme:
Martha Payne, a nine year-old who seems to understand better than many adults, that dinner ladies, or even individual school kitchens, are not the source of the school dinner problem. It has far deeper roots.
When did it become acceptable to serve schoolchildren junk food for lunch? The way we feed children tells us a great deal about how we conceptualise childhood. Or, put another way, what we define as 'children's food' says as much about our attitudes towards food as it does about children.
The idea that children should be fed separately to adults has a relatively long pedigree. The Victorians argued that children – and women – should be fed bland, carbohydrate-heavy meals to prevent their delicate digestive systems from being exerted. Fruit, meat, spices, and fresh vegetables should be eaten only in strict moderation.
There is, of course, a disconnect between what experts – medical professionals, childrearing specialists – recommend, and what people actually eat. In the late nineteenth-century Cape Colony, for instance, the pupils at an elite girls' school near Cape Town were fed a diet rich in red meat and fresh fruit and vegetables.
But the belief that children's bodies are delicate and potentially vulnerable to disruption was an indicator of shifts in thinking about childhood during the mid and late nineteenth century. The notion that children need to be protected – from work, hunger, poverty, and exploitation and abuse from adults – emerged at around the same time. As children were to be shielded from potential danger, so they were to eat food which, it was believed, was ideally suited to digestive systems more susceptible to upset and illness than those of adults.
But as scientists became interested in the relationship between food and health – in nutrition, in other words – towards the end of the 1800s, paediatricians, demographers, and others concerned about high rates of child mortality during the early twentieth century began to look more closely at what children were being fed. For instance, in the 1920s and 1930s, scientists in Britain and the United States drew a connection between the consumption of unhealthy or diseased food – particularly rotten milk – and high rates of diarrhoea, then almost always fatal, among children in these countries.
They were also interested in what should constitute a healthy diet for a child. As childhood became increasingly medicalised in the early twentieth century – as pregnancy, infancy, and childhood became seen as periods of development which should be overseen and monitored by medical professionals – so children's diets became the purview of doctors as well. As RJ Blackman, the Honorary Surgeon to the Viceroy of India (no, me neither), wrote in 1925:
Food, though it is no panacea for the multitudinous ills of mankind, can do much, both to make or mar the human body. This is particularly so with the young growing child. All the material from which his body is developed has to come from the food he eats. Seeing that he doubles or trebles his weight in the first year of life, and increases it twenty-fold by the time he reaches adult stature, it will be seen that food has much to accomplish. Naturally, if the food be poor, the growth and physique will be poor; and if good, the results will be good.
Informed by recent research into dietetics, doctors advised parents to feed their children varied diets which included as much fresh, vitamin-containing produce as possible. In a popular guide to feeding young children, The Nursery Cook Book (1929), the former nurse Mrs K. Jameson noted:
Many years ago, I knew a child who was taken ill at the age of eight years, and it was thought that one of her lungs was affected. She was taken to a children's specialist in London. He could find nothing radically wrong, but wrote out a diet sheet. By following this…the child became well in a month or two. This shows how greatly the health is influenced by diet.
This diet, she believed, should be designed along scientific principles:
Since starting to write this book I have come across an excellent book on vitamins called 'Food and Health' (Professor Plimmer), and I have found it very helpful. I have endeavoured to arrange the meals to contain the necessary vitamins, as shown in the diagram of 'A Square Meal' at the beginning of the book.
Indeed, she went on to explain that children who were properly fed would never need medicine.
In 1925, advising mothers on how to wean their babies in the periodical Child Welfare, Dr J. Alexander Mitchell, the Secretary for Public Health in the Union of South Africa, counselled against boiling foodstuffs for too long as it 'destroys most of the vitamins.' He argued that children's diets 'should include a good proportion of proteins or fleshy foods and fats', as well as plenty of fruit, fresh vegetables, milk, and 'porridge…eggs, meat, juice, soups'.
What is so striking about the diets described by Mitchell, Jameson, and others is how similar they were to what adults would have eaten. Children were to eat the same as their parents, but in smaller quantities and in different proportions. For example, some doctors counselled again children being allowed coffee, while others believed that they should limit their intake of rich foods.
So what is the origin of the idea that children should be cajoled into eating healthily by making food 'fun'? Mrs Jameson's recipes might have cute names – she calls a baked apple 'Mr Brownie with his coat on' – but they're the same food as would be served to adults. Now, our idea of 'children's food' differs from that of the 1920s and 1930s. When we think of children's food, we imagine sweets, soft white sandwich bread, pizza, hotdogs, and brightly coloured and oddly shaped foodstuffs designed to appeal to children.
As Steven Mintz argues in his excellent history of American childhood, Huck's Raft (2004), the 1950s and 1960s were child-oriented decades. Not only were there more children as a result of the post-war baby boom, but with the growing prosperity of late twentieth-century America, more money was spent on children than ever before. Families tended to be smaller, and increasing pocket money transformed children into mini-consumers.
Children either bought, or had their parents buy for them, a range of consumer goods aimed at them: from clothes and toys, to 'child-oriented convenience foods… – "Sugar Frosted Flakes (introduced in 1951), Sugar Smacks (in 1953), Tater Tots (in 1958), and Jiffy Pop, the stovetop popcorn (also in 1958).'
The same period witnessed a shift in attitudes towards childrearing. Families became increasingly child-centred, with meals and routines designed around the needs of children, rather than parents. In many ways, this was a reaction against the orthodoxies of the pre-War period, which tended to emphasise raising children to be obedient, well-behaved, and self-disciplined.
So the definition of children's food changed again. For the parents of Baby Boomers, food was made to be appealing to children. Fussiness was to be accommodated and negotiated, rather than ignored. And children's desire for food products advertised on television was to be indulged.
I am exaggerating to make a point – in the US and the UK children during the 1960s and 1970s certainly ate less junk than they do now, and this new understanding of children's food emerged in different ways and at different times in other parts of the world – but this change represented a bonanza for the burgeoning food industry. Although the industry's attempts to advertise to children are coming under greater scrutiny and regulation (and rightly so), it does have a vested interest in encouraging children and their parents to believe that that is what constitutes good food for children.
I think that it's partly this shift in thinking about children's relationship with food – that they should eat only that which they find appealing, and that children will only eat food which is 'fun', brightly coloured, oddly shaped, and not particularly tasty – that allowed for the tolerance of such poor school food for so long in Britain.
Martha's blog is a powerful corrective to this: she, her classmates, and contributors all have strong opinions about what they eat, and they like a huge variety of food – some of it sweets, but most of it is pretty healthy. The irony is that in – apparently – pandering to what children are supposed to like, politicians and policy makers seem to find listening to what a child has to say, fairly difficult. If we're to persuade children to eat well, then not only should we encourage them to talk and to think about food, but we need to listen to what they have to say about it.
Linda Bryder, A Voice for Mothers: The Plunket Society and Infant Welfare, 1907-2000 (Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2003).
Deborah Dwork, War is Good for Babies and Other Young Children: A History of the Infant and Child Welfare Movement in England 1898-1918 (London and New York: Tavistock Publications, 1987).
Steven Mintz, Huck's Raft: A History of American Childhood (Cambridge, Mass.: Belknap Press, 2004).
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New ideas for dealing with commodity price volatility.
Making oscypek cheese in the Tatra Mountains.
Hunter S. Thompson on breakfast. (Thanks, Colette!)
Something to snack on during the cold, rainy southern hemisphere winter.
The self-stirring pot.
New York plans to ban the sale of large size sugary drinks. And why it won't work.
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Fifty Shades of Cake.
Angel Delight ice cream.
Chefs on photography in restaurants.
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Jerry Greenfield, co-founder of Ben & Jerry's, talks about ice cream and sustainable, ethical business.
Chefs with attitude.
Capital Vintage Marmalade.
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Foodtography. (Thanks, Mum!)
Is marmalade only for sophisticated palates?
Jamie Oliver on what he would prefer not to eat.
How to go gluten-free. (Thanks, Ester!)
What Batman has to do with hot dogs.
Climacteric fruits.
Food to help you survive the zombie apocalypse.
Is there a link between good design and healthy eating?
How to make potato gnocchi.
The history of ketchup. (Thanks, Jared!)
The KFC cookbook.
Food as an object of mass production.
A pizza vending machine. (Thanks, Simon!)
A novel way of getting rid of invasive species.
Britain's most middle-class meal.
Why do we eat unhealthy food with such enthusiasm?
Is marmalade on its way out? (With thanks to David Worth.)
Posh neighbourhoods are bad for bees.
What happens when you deep-fry an iPad.
How locavorism has influenced architecture.
Killer peppers!
Slow Food USA rethinks its strategies.
Aussie Rules?
A month ago I had the pleasing experience of packing for Perth. In South African slang, 'packing for Perth' means immigrating to Australia. In the decade that followed the transition to democracy, around 800,000 mainly white South Africans left – some for New Zealand, Britain, and the United States, but the bulk went to Australia.
Australia's appeal to these South Africans was based on its political and economic stability, its relatively low crime rate, and also on its familiarity. Its landscape and cities feel similar to some parts of South Africa, and white, middle-class South Africans seemed have little difficulty assimilating into life in white, middle-class Australia.
Shortly after beginning university, my best friend's family moved to Tasmania; and we knew of others who settled in Perth, where the majority of South Africans seeking permanent residence were directed. At the time, I was mystified about this enthusiasm for a country about which I knew relatively little. Neighbours and Home and Away having passed me by, when I thought of Australia I imagined the worlds of Picnic at Hanging Rock and My Brilliant Career – and also of The Castle and Strictly Ballroom. It was a rather confusing picture.
Then more recently, I became aware of Australia as a country with an enthusiasm for good food: in television series like My Restaurant Rules and MasterChef, and in the recipes books and magazines of people like Maggie Beer, Stephanie Alexander, Bill Granger, and Donna Hay. Particularly on MasterChef, Australian cooks and chefs speak often – and approvingly – of something called 'modern Australian cooking'. I went to Australia in the hope of identifying this new cuisine. But I returned none the wiser.
I ate extremely well in Australia. I am very lucky to have friends who not only let me stay with them, but who are also amazingly good cooks. The meals I had at cafes and restaurants were excellent, and even the conference food was the best I have ever eaten. (There were spring rolls for lunch and lamingtons for tea. Enough said.)
Yet in all this, I struggled to find something that was uniquely, and particularly 'modern Australian' about the food I ate. I did go out of my way to consume those delicacies and dishes which either originated there or have come to be associated with the country: lamingtons and Anzac biscuits (a revelation), friands (I ate my weight's worth in them), burgers with beetroot (up to a point), and litres and litres of flat whites, especially in Melbourne. Fruit bread is a fantastic invention. I tried Vegemite in London and decided that once was enough. And, alas, I forgot to eat a pavlova, but given the amount I did manage to consume, it was probably just as well.
A flat white in Fremantle.
I also ate an incredible omelette at a Vietnamese restaurant in Marrickville in Sydney, and a pleasingly thin-crusted pizza at an Italian joint in Melbourne's Yarraville. Australian food is also immigrant food: it's comprised of the cuisines of the Greeks, Italians, Vietnamese, Chinese, and others who settled in the country over the past century or so.
But 'modern Australian'? I'm not sure that I ate that – possibly it's only to be found in high-end restaurants, none of which I could afford. One culinary tradition which I did not see – at restaurants or in the cookery sections of bookshops – was Aboriginal cooking. Although Colin Bannerman identifies a small resurgence of interest in 'bush tucker', it's telling that this cuisine is not included in mainstream Australian recipe books or cookery programmes. It isn't modern Australian.
I don't want to draw the obvious – glib – conclusion that this is suggestive of how Aboriginals have been ostracised from Australian society. Aboriginals are socially and economically marginalised, and suffer disproportionately from appallingly high rates of alcoholism, domestic violence, drug abuse, and other social problems, but I don't think that Australian cooks and chefs ignore their cuisine out of a desire to exclude them further (unless I'm being stunningly naïve).
I think that this unwillingness to explore Aboriginal cooking stems from ignorance and a wariness of the complicated politics of engaging with a different society's culinary traditions. More importantly, it's also the product of how a twenty-first century Australianness is being constructed in relation to food and cooking. It's for this reason that I'm interested in this idea of modern Australian cuisine.
Australian cooking queen Maggie Beer is fulsome in her praise of Australia. In her recipe books, which tend to focus on her farm in South Australia's Barossa Valley, she argues that fresh Australian produce is key to the success of not only her recipes, but also her restaurant and food business. Her understanding of an Australian culinary tradition does not include Aboriginal cuisine, but is, rather, rooted in an appreciation for the country's landscape and agriculture.
Organic potatoes in Melbourne's Victoria Market.
Although she may use ingredients which are unique to Australia – like yabbies – or which grow there in abundance – such as quinces – her cooking is overwhelmingly European in nature: it draws its inspiration from the culinary traditions of France and Italy. Adrian Peace sums up this rethinking of an Australian food heritage particularly well in an article about the Slow Food Movement's popularity in the Barossa Valley:
Both 'tradition' and 'heritage' became intrinsic to Barossa Slow's discourse: 'The Barossa is the heart of Australian wine and home to the country's oldest and richest food traditions. The combination of this rich European heritage and the fresh vitality of Australia is embodied in its lifestyle and landscape.' Aboriginal settlement and indigenous food were thus instantly erased in favour of a historical perspective in which nothing of cultural consequence preceded the arrival of Europeans and their imported foodstuffs. With this historical baseline in place, an avalanche of terms and phrases could be unleashed to drive home the idea of a historically encompassing regional culture in which food had played a prominent part. 'Oldest food traditions,' 'rich in food traditions,' 'the heritage of food,' 'rich European heritage,' and (of particular note) 'the preservation of culinary authenticity' were some of the phrases that entered into circulation.
Younger, city-based food writers like Donna Hay and Bill Granger place as much emphasis on buying local Australian produce, even if their recipes draw inspiration from more recent immigrant cuisines, primarily those of southeast Asia – Melbourne and Sydney have substantial Chinatowns – and the southern Mediterranean.
All of these writers claim that their cooking, which is drawn from the cuisines of the immigrants who've settled in Australia, is 'authentically' Australian partly because they use local produce and advocate seasonal eating.
Australian garlic at Victoria Market.
Ironically, if this is modern Australian cooking, then it is very similar to the Australian cuisine of the early twentieth century, during a period in which Australia was formulating a new, united identity after federation in 1901. The Anzac biscuit – a delicious combination of oats, golden syrup, butter, and desiccated coconut – can be seen as symbolic of this early Australian identity. Baked by the wives, sisters, and mothers of the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps during the first world war, the biscuits became closely associated with the disaster at Gallipoli in 1915, when 8,141 Australian troops were killed in what was, in retrospect, a pointless battle. Sian Supski explains:
The biscuits have come to represent the courage of the soldiers at Gallipoli and to signify the importance of the role women played on the homefront. However, within this narrative is also a sleight of hand: Anzac biscuits link Australians to a time past, to a time that is regarded as 'the birth of our nation'. In this sense, Anzac biscuits link Australians powerfully and instantly to a time and place that is regarded as the heart of Australian national identity. In the words of Graham Seal, 'Anzac resonates of those things that most Australians have continued to hold dear about their communal sense of self.'
Anzac biscuits are a kind of culinary symbol of Australia – a foodstuff connected to the forging of the Australian nation. But for all their Australianness, they are also strongly suggestive of Australia's immigrant roots and global connections: there is some evidence to suggest that they were based on Scottish recipes, and they were sent to soldiers fighting what was, in many ways, an imperial conflict.
Australian cooking during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries emphasized the country's position within the Empire: the country cooking described in early recipe books was British cuisine adapted, to some extent, for Australian circumstances. Publications like Mina Rawson's Queensland Cookery and Poultry Book (1878) did acknowledge the quality of local produce, and even included recipes for jams made from indigenous berries. Although, like elites all over the world, the Australian upper middle-classes aspired to eat a rarefied French cuisine, everyone else cooked an approximation of what they ate at 'home' (or 'Home'). The Sunday roast remained the highlight of the week's eating; heavy puddings featured even in summer; and teatime was a significant moment in the day.
At the same time, Australia's economy was becoming increasingly dependent on the export of food: innovations in refrigeration meant that fresh produce could be shipped around the world. Australia sent meat, fruit, and vegetables to Britain. The posters of the Empire Marketing Board – which was established in 1926 to promote trade within the British Empire – portrayed Australia as a land of abundance. The British children sent to Australia between the second world war and 1967 were told that they were going to a land of 'oranges and sunshine'.
So this earlier Australian culinary tradition also mingled Australian produce with a foreign – this time British – culinary tradition in the name of producing something 'authentically' Australian.
In Sydney's Chinatown.
For all its attempts to associate a modern Australianness with a cosmopolitan and sophisticated liking for, and knowledge of, the cooking of southeast Asia and other regions, modern Australian cooking is very similar to that of the Australian cuisine of the early twentieth century – of an Australia anxious to assert its position within the Empire and to prove its status as a 'civilised' nation through 'civilised' eating.
Both of these traditions ground themselves in an appreciation for an empty landscape: one that is devoid of human – particularly Aboriginal – life, but that is bursting with good quality fresh produce, most of which was, ironically, introduced from abroad.
I am very grateful to Alex Robinson who recommends two particularly good histories of food and cooking in Australia:
Barbara Santich, Bold Palates: Australia's Gastronomic Heritage (Adelaide: Wakefield Press 2012).
Michael Symons, One Continuous Picnic: A Gastronomic History of Australia (Melbourne: Melbourne University Press, 2007).
Sources cited here:
Colin Bannerman, 'Indigenous Food and Cookery Books: Redefining Aboriginal Cuisine,' Journal of Australian Studies, vol. 30, no. 87 (2006), pp. 19-36.
Adrian Peace, 'Barossa Slow: The Representation and Rhetoric of Slow Food's Regional Cooking,' Gastronomica: The Journal of Food and Culture, vol. 16, no. 1 (Winter 2006), pp. 51-59.
Barbara Santich, 'The High and the Low: Australian Cuisine in the Late Nineteenth and Early Twentieth Centuries,' Journal of Australian Studies, vol. 30, no. 87 (2006), pp. 37-49.
Sian Supski, 'Anzac Biscuits – A Culinary Memorial,' Journal of Australian Studies, vol. 30, no. 87 (2006), pp. 51-59.
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Gourmet Traveller
One of the perks of academia is being able to travel for research, study, and conferences. The odd side-effect of this is that academics become unwitting experts in the quality of travel food – by which I mean the meals available in airports and railway stations and on planes and trains.
I've never really understood the griping about airline meals: they're certainly not the most inspired dinners and, particularly, breakfasts I've ever eaten – and I've probably drunk the worst coffee in the world while on long-haul flights between Cape Town and London – but I haven't ever had anything that was actively offensive.
In fact, I rather liked the lamb biryani with cashew nuts and caramelised bits of onion I ate on a flight from Qatar to Joburg, and the macadamia and honey ice cream I had while flying from Perth to Melbourne. I've had considerably worse food on trains. On a nine-hour journey between Montrose in northern Scotland and London, the dining car was closed because the tea urn was broken. Which, although an interesting commentary on the centrality of tea to the British diet, was nevertheless unpleasant. A woman can subsist on crisps for only so long.
I wonder why there's so much complaining about airline food. I think it has something to do with the overall unpleasantness of economy-class flying – the cramped seats, the mucky loos, and the dismaying misfortune of being stuck beside fellow passengers with strange personal habits – but it's also connected, to some extent, with the ways in which we understand travel.
I've just returned from a month in Australia – it was amazing – and became particularly aware of how much I spend on food when I travel because it's probably the most expensive country I've ever visited. But I still went out of my way to eat friands and Anzac cookies and to drink fantastic coffee to try to understand the cities I visited in Australia.
There are few non-fiction genres which blur so easily into each other as food and travel writing – as attested by the continuing popularity of magazines like the Australian Gourmet Traveller, and the legion of food-and-travel cookery books and blogs. The best food writing is a kind of inadvertent travel writing. Claudia Roden's writing on the Middle East and North Africa, Fuchsia Dunlop on China, Madhur Jaffrey on India, and, to a lesser extent, Elizabeth David's writing on France, are as much introductions to these countries and regions at particular moments in time, as they are recipe books.
And it's striking how much travel writing focusses on food. One of the most memorable sections of Robert Byron's The Road to Oxiana (1937) – by far my favourite travel narrative ever – features a blue porcelain bowl of chicken mayonnaise.
It was in Isfahan I decided sandwiches were insupportable, and bought a blue bowl, which Ali Asgar used to fill with chicken mayonnaise before starting on a journey. Today there had been treachery in the Gastrell's kitchen, and it was filled with mutton. Worse than that, we have run out of wine.
Later, stranded in the middle of the night and in the freezing cold on the road between Herat and Murghab, Byron and his travelling companions take refuge in a makeshift tent after their car breaks down:
Quilts and sheep-skins replaced our mud-soaked clothes. The hurricane lantern, suspended from a strut in the hood, cast an appropriate glow on our dinner of cold lamb and tomato ketchup out of the blue bowl, eggs, bread, cake, and hot tea. Afterwards we settled into our corners with two Charlie Chan detective stories.
Byron uses food to suggest his and his companions' feelings at particular moments of the journey. Relieved to have reached Maimana – now on the Afghan border with Turkmenistan – he and Christopher Sykes are treated to a feast:
The Governor of Maimena was away at Andkhoi, but his deputy, after refreshing us with tea, Russian sweets, pistachios, and almonds, led us to a caravanserai off the main bazaar, a Tuscan-looking old place surrounded by wooden arches, where we have a room each, as many carpets as we want, copper basins to wash in, and a bearded factotum in high-heeled top-boots who laid down his rifle to help with the cooking.
It will be a special dinner. A sense of well-being has come over us in this land of plenty. Basins of milk, pilau with raisins, skewered kabob well salted and peppered, plum jam, and some new bread have already arrived from the bazaar; to which we have added treats of our own, patent soup, tomato ketchup, prunes in gin, chocolate, and Ovaltine. The whisky is lasting out well.
Byron is less interested in what the people around him are eating, than in how food reflects his experiences of his journey through the Middle East and Central Asia. Writing in 1980, in an essay included in the collection What am I doing here, Bruce Chatwin uses food to emphasise his sense of what was lost – culturally, socially – during the communist revolution in Afghanistan:
And we shall lose the tastes – the hot, coarse, bitter bread; the green tea flavoured with cardamoms; the grapes we cooled in the snow-melt; and the nuts and dried mulberries we munched for altitude sickness.
His elegy for Afghanistan is problematic on so many levels – his deliberate misunderstanding of Afghan politics, his romanticising of pre-1960s Afghanistan, and Chatwin's own dubious reputation for factual accuracy – but it's an evocative piece of writing which conjures up what feels like a realistic and layered portrayal of the regions of Afghanistan which Chatwin visited.
Describing food is absolutely integral to this: unlike foreign religious ceremonies or social customs, we can all sample – or imagine sampling – the cuisines of other societies. Food allows us some purchase on ways of living which are unfamiliar to us: we can use food to try to understand a different society, and also to judge it.
In her account of a journey through parts of West Africa in the mid-1890s, Mary Kingsley used food – this time cannibalism – to explain the what she perceived to be the 'backwardness' of Fang society:
It is always highly interesting to observe the germ of any of our own institutions existing in the culture of a lower race. Nevertheless it is trying to be hauled out of one's sleep in the middle of the night, and plunged into this study. Evidently this was a trace of an early form of the Bankruptcy Court; the court which clears a man of his debt, being here represented by the knife and the cooking pot; the whitewashing, as I believe it is termed with us, also shows, only it is not the debtor who is whitewashed, but the creditors doing themselves over with white clay to celebrate the removal of their enemy from his sphere of meretricious activity. This inversion may arise from the fact that whitewashing a creditor who was about to be cooked would be unwise, as the stuff would boil off the bits and spoil the gravy. There is always some fragment of sound sense underlying African institutions.
Uncivilised – in this case, taboo-breaking – food and eating habits suggest an uncivilised society.
When I was in Perth, I dropped into the fantastic New Edition bookshop in William Street. Having taken photographs of the incredible mural which covers the shop's back wall, I was afflicted with guilt – and also the same desperate desire that I feel in most independent bookshops for it to survive and flourish (which makes visiting independent bookshops needlessly stressful) – so I bought a book: a small, light collection of Italo Calvino's essays, Under the Jaguar Sun (1983).
The three essays which comprise the collection are the germ of a longer book which Calvino had planned to write on the five senses. He completed only these three before his death, and the titular essay, happily, focuses on the sensation of taste. It's about a couple who visit Oaxaca in Mexico. Their interest in the country's cuisine becomes, gradually, the purpose of the holiday itself:
From one locality to the next the gastronomic lexicon varied, always offering new terms to be recorded and new sensations to be defined. …we found guacamole, to be scooped up with crisp tortillas that snap into many shards and dip like spoons into the thick cream (the fat softness of the aguacate – the Mexican national fruit, known to the rest of the world under the distorted name of 'avocado' – is accompanied and underlined by the angular dryness of the tortilla, which, for its part, can have many flavours, pretending to have none); then guajote con mole pablano – that is, turkey with Puebla-style mole sauce, one of the noblest among the many moles, and most laborious (the preparation never takes less than two days), and most complicated, because it requires several different varieties of chile, as well as garlic, onion, cinnamon, cloves, pepper, cumin, coriander, and sesame, almonds, raisins, and peanuts, with a touch of chocolate; and finally quesadillas (another kind of tortilla, really, for which cheese is incorporated in the dough, garnished with ground meat and refried beans).
This obsession with the country's food coincides, unexpectedly, with their shared enthusiasm for Mexico's Pre-Columbian past. After a visit to a 'complex of ruins' in Monte Albán, where their guide implies that the losers of a ballgame played at one of the ruined temples were not only ritually slaughtered, but also eaten by the temple's priests and the victorious team, Olivia, the narrator's partner, becomes preoccupied with discovering how these human remains were prepared. The story implies that her desire to eat ever-more exotic Mexican dishes stems from her belief – never articulated – that some remnant of these cannibalistic feasts must exist within contemporary Mexican cooking.
The narrator reflects:
the true journey, as the introjection of an 'outside' different from our normal one, implies a complete change of nutrition, a digesting of the visited country – its fauna and flora and its culture (not only the different culinary practices and condiments but the different implements used to grind the flour or stir the pot) – making it pass between the lips and down the oesophagus. This is the only kind of travel that has a meaning nowadays, when everything visible you can see on television without rising from your easy chair.
For Olivia, eating becomes a way, literally, to imbibe the culture, politics, and history of Mexico. If she can't be Mexican, then she can, physically, become closer to Mexico – its land and people – itself.
I don't, obviously, advocate cannibalism as part of the average tourist itinerary – it's illegal in most countries, for one thing – but I think that this idea of 'eating' a country is a useful way of exploring how we use food to construct national identities.
In some ways, food stands in for a society: we eat piles of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup in the United States as a way of engaging with what many believe to be an excessive, consumerist society. Travellers who think of themselves as being in pursuit of the 'real' – unpredictable, utterly unfamiliar, occasionally dangerous – India eat the delicious, yet potentially diarrhoea-inducing, street food of country: eating the more familiar offerings at hotels signifies a failure to leave the tourist bubble. Since the 1940s and 1950s, France has promoted its cuisine as a symbol of its national culture. (Something which Charles de Gaulle may have been thinking about when he wondered how he would govern nation that has two hundred and forty-six different kinds of cheese.) French food is sophisticated, so French society is sophisticated.
There are grains of truth in all these stereotypes, but they remain that – simplified and often clichéd understandings of complex societies. They are also, largely, not a real reflection of how most people eat: they exclude the ingredients bought at supermarkets, and the meals eaten at fast food joints. So if we want, truly, to understand countries and societies through their food, we have to be willing to eat that which is, potentially, less interesting and, perhaps, less enticing, than the exotic meals described in travel books.