The same friend who gave me The Alice B Toklas Cookbook for my birthday has lent me a copy of the hard to find Futurist Cookbook. Published in Italian in 1932, it’s a manifesto for the food of the future designed to liberate us from convention, dullness and pasta. The recipes which combine touch, sound and smell include one called Aerofood, composed of a slice of fennel, an olive and a kumquat, served with sandpaper, velvet and silk. Only the sandpaper need not be eaten apparently, but it must be fingered as the food is devoured. As the diners swallow down the velvet and silk confection, waiters are on hand to douse their heads with a large spray can.
The trouble with breaking with convention is that it can become a fashion in its own right. Which is how I found myself attempting to smoke salmon over Lapsang tea leaves this week. It’s apparently effortless, apparently fun and apparently delicious. Yes, to the first, no to the second and an absolute ‘you have to be kidding’ to the third. The choking, bitter, billowing smoke caused my neighbour to knock at the back door to ask if we needed help. When the salmon was ‘ready’, my daughter spat her piece out, my son ate his holding his nose and our spaniel turned her back for the first time in her life. An appetiser of velvet, silk – hell, even the sandpaper – would have been tastier.
There’s a wonderful line in a Jilly Cooper novel that ‘the only way to get the garden out of your nails is to wash your hair’. I can report that the only way to get Lapsang smoke out of your hair is to wash it not once, but three times. And I wanted to take my son’s saxophone-cleaning brush to my poor, choked throat.
Thankfully, the neighbour who asked if we were ok had a bundle of rhubarb under his arm. So we abandoned the salmon and set to work on something a little more delicious. Rhubarb ice-cubes.
Rhubarb Ice Cubes
Rhubarb sticks – I used six chubby ones and ended up with half a litre of syrup
For each stick of rhubarb, five teaspoons of caster sugar and half a cup of water
Half a star anise for every two sticks
A bay leaf for every two sticks
Cut the sticks into 2cm pieces – snipping it straight into the pan with scissors is the quickest way. Add the rest of the ingredients and simmer for fifteen minutes. Allow to cool slightly and strain into a jug (don’t be tempted to mush it down with a ladle because it will release an estuarial sandy-coloured slurry into your gorgeous pink brew). Let it drip until there’s no more liquid left in the pulp. The rhubarb syrup is delicious stirred into a cocktail, but it’s more showy to freeze it. I drank my cubes with gin and tonic.
I think the futurists would have liked rhubarb ice cubes. But there aren’t any futurists left. Like tea-smoked salmon, they went out of fashion.