
Despite the British ingredients, my dinner is not a standard
British dish. As a country, we like our full English breakfasts, steak and
chips, tikka masalas and so on, but our dishes are not seen as the healthiest,
and our palates are not seen as the widest, so trying something else means turning
away from that part of our national identity.
This is not a plea to change what you eat for the good of us
all, as I am not the sort of person that would say that. However, others have
tried.
To make Italy a more self-sufficient country, the dictator
Benito Mussolini raised the costs of importing grain in order to wean his people
off pasta, and onto rice. This act chimed with an avant-garde art movement,
whose designs on the Italian diet ingratiated themselves with Mussolini,
keeping them in business while crackdowns on other movements were taking hold across
Europe.

The futurists had no place for pasta. For them, it was a
heavy food, an addiction to nostalgia and tradition, holding the Italian people
back. Marinetti went as far as to advocate sustenance coming from pills, freeing
food to be redesigned as an art form, to excite and re-arrange the senses. However,
some Futurist dishes seemed to forget the concept of taste:

·
A “Declaration of Love Dinner,” with a starter
of antipasto that had to be admired, but not eaten – “she” will then be invited
to look at her reflection in the plate of the next course.
·
A “Heroic Winter Dinner,” designed for pilots as
a preparation for entering combat, one course of which involved perfectly-cut
cubes of raw beef, which had an electric current run through them before being
soaked in rum, cognac and vermouth for twenty-four hours; they are then served
on a bed of red pepper, black pepper and snow, with each cube chewed for exactly
one minute, blowing on a trumpet between cubes.
·
“Diabolical Roses” – a red rose, battered and
deep-fried.
·
“Elasticake,” a ball of puff pastry filled with
red zabaglione and a stick of liquorice, with a lid made from half a prune.
These dishes speak for themselves – they are the sort of
thing you may try once, just to say you tried. There is a whole book of them,
published by Marinetti in 1932, and probably one of the funniest Christmas
presents I have ever received.
While the bizarre choice of ingredients brings Heston
Blumenthal to mind, his fusion of foods is in the interest of creating new tastes,
while the Futurists were not really chefs, their dishes rejected outright by
the Italian people. Perhaps, the lesson to be learned is not to play with your
food, and don’t be fascistic about it either.
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