What I ate #1

Hi again,

A promise is a promise and keep the promise I will. But first - a prelude.  When we travel we follow more or less the same routine, sightseeing (shopping) by day and entertainment by night.  My husband (likes to think he) is a bit of a food connoisseur and makes a point of dining at at least one very posh, famous, 3 Michelin star, celebrity-owned, ranked-top-in-theworld restaurants in every city we visit. Hence, when we planned to visit Copenhagen last year, we thought of Noma. As you do.

We knew Noma had a waiting list of at least 3 months and we were only going to be there for 3 days, but my husband called them from Sydney and asked to be put on the list regardless.  I continuously teased him about it, until on our second day in Copenhagen he received a phone call from the restaurant.  It turned out that someone had cancelled their booking and there was now an opening for lunch.  Needless to say, we both immediately shouted YES. As superficial as it sounds, a meal at Noma was on our “bucket list”. 

People do not go there because they are hungry and are just after something to eat; rather, it's an opportunity to dive into the amazing and unique world of a super-talented man, to feel inspired by him, to share his unique approach to food and life, to taste dishes you cannot find anywhere else - in a gastronomic sense, that is.  We were served 17 dishes in total and, whilst they were all memorable, I will recount just a few. 

When the maitre d' showed us to our table, we noticed that the waiter was trying to re-arrange some flowers in a vase on our table.  We didn’t think twice about this until she pushed the vase towards us and there in the middle of the bloom were two edible snails, one for each of us.  It was challenge #1 and we had no choice but to tackle it, and tackle we did.  I must say, the snail tasted good. 

Our next challenge was presented to us in a non-descript glass jar full of ice with the lid screwed on tightly.  When the waiter open the lid and showed us what inside, we gasped.  There, on top of the ice cubes lay two very much still-alive shrimp. 

Yet again, we summoned up our courage and reached for the shrimp.  When I took mine out, it was still wagging its tail.  The waiter saw the horror on my face and took mercy on me.  He pushed some sauce towards us and told us first to dip the shrimp in it before popping them into our mouths.  I can’t honestly tell you what it tasted like but was relieved when it didn’t jump out of my throat. The following courses were of less adrenalin-pumping but still astonishingly challenging and unpredictable nevertheless. 

At some point, they brought us raw eggs, butter, two small frying pans, a bunch of spinach leaves and a timer, and explained that we had to cook our own egg omelette. We had a lot of fun with it. 

Another dish was a plate full of soil (edible, of course) with some exotic garden vegetables, the other – a recreation of the ocean bed with seaweed, shells and the like, every piece looked so natural that we had to ask a waiter for guidance as we couldn’t determine what was edible and what was just part of the setting.

As for desserts (my favourite part of the meal), there were several: berries in snow, chocolate buns in the shape of a huge snail and white chocolate in the shape of a bone, the role of bone marrow being played by salted caramel. 

Message In A Bottle

Hi All,

I know I promised to tell you the story about the bottles but then I become extremely busy and for a fantastic reason.  Last week I graduated from ISCD with a Diploma in Creative Visual Arts in Interior Styling, so from no on I hold an official licence to kill!

Back to the bottles.  It all started when we were visiting Bali a few years ago. We were driving along a bumpy dirt road when I spotted something unusual: in the middle of nowhere was a shop with a jumble of glass objects strewn around the ground out the front: bowls, glasses, plates, sculptures of animals and flowers, of all possible shapes and sizes. I spotted a tall, black bottle and immedaitely fell in love. Although it cost thousands in the local currency and less than 100AUD, we bargained long and hard in the best tradition of the free market.  The next question was how we were going to bring this baby back to Oz.  Luckily we were travelling business class, so we just bubble wrapped it and my long-suffering husband took it with us on the plane.

From that moment on, the quest for more bottles began.  I am always on the lookout for them wherever we shop and it is very rare that we return from an overseas trip empty-bottle-handed.  The round, brown bottle in the picture above came with us all the way from South Africa and it now graces the wine rack in our dining room.

This cute little bottle was found in a small antique shop in one of the many fishermen villages along the coast of Cape Town.  I found a place for it in my younger daughter’s bathroom together alongside a small frog bought in Park Guell in Barcelona.

I am sure we all love travel and we all have different reasons why we love doing it.  I do not even want to start naming those reasons because soon I will be out of cyber space, I just want to say briefly that for me travelling is a constant search for inspiration no matter how unconventional it might be, whether it is a Louis Vuitton window display, or the colours and vibrancy of a Venetian fruit market, or it is my lunch served to me at Noma on a piece of thick round felt instead of a traditional plate. And although my home is not so big and I’ve just finished re-decorating it, I always manage to find one more inch of space to place my latest acquisition.

Denmark is not only famous for having the #1 restaurant in the world, it is also known everywhere for its classical and unique and beautiful Scandinavian wooden toys.  No wonder then that when I saw these in a shop, I immediately fell in love. The monkey with the long arms that also act as hooks is very cute while the smooth round-shaped mother and baby birds have interchangeable heads and bodies. These lovely creatures now share a space on the bookshelf beside my older daughter’s favourite reads.  Oh, those Danish!

 

Before I go, I would like to share with you my latest conquest, this time I didn’t have to go anywhere, except to fetch my credit card.  This little lamb is made out of cardboard by Karton.  I saw a picture of it in the Sydney Morning Herald Good Living lift-out and just couldn’t resist. This curly creature now leaves on the top of an antique hat box and although at least half a century separates them, they match each other perfectly, wouldn’t you agree?

Now I can go and when I return, I would like to share with you more memories from Noma.

Until then

Ciao