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Horse Tartar and Turkish Toilets; Food Defining All

ITALY | Wednesday, 12 March 2014 | Views [185]

Food is an emotion; courageous, spirited, and curious, it embodies its own rules, expectations and outcomes. Food is a window, allowing me to observe and understand social patterns and practices. Food is a bridge; surpassing economic strife, cultural deviations and social class. \

As an industrial designer I extract food from its preconceived element. I analyze a restaurant’s tableware, furniture, lighting and architecture. In a kitchen, I hear the whirl of whisks, smell the perfume of fresh ingredients, and taste the freshly kneaded dough. Space characterizes my experience with food.

Space is more than a tangible influence; it’s 19:00 on the Naviglio, with a Milanese friend. Winding through dark streets, sharing her favorite restuarant, Il Brutto Anatrocolo. It's discovering horse tartar; freshly chopped, cratering a yolk, crested with capers and mustard. It's flirting with waiters and rubbing elbows with strangers, using gestures and facial expressions to communicate. It's the peddler selling a toilet lighter and encountering a turkish toilet for the first time. It's noticing the rain outside and ordering one more carafe of sweet white wine. It's a life long friendship, knowing I am happy at that moment, in that space, and savoring every bite.

I am applying for The Anthropologist. A young heart and mind paired with adventurous taste buds, an addiction to food and a thirst to explore. Loving life, eating well, making memories.

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