Edible Books
Big Jim ran his wife a bath. While the tub filled, Rocki subjected herself to examination in the harsh bathroom light, the two mirrors positioned to permit her to check herself from every unflattering angle. Rocki had warm green eyes and red hair falling like eternal summer waves on her beachfront shoulders. Now that she was in her forties, Rocki knew, if she was not ever-vigilant, things would start to sag. Big Jim didn't seem to notice, but Rocki couldn't ignore the signs of slippage." (Who is Killing Doah's Deer).
Rocki's concern was for physical slippage. In my own case, the concern for slippage is cognitive. How else to explain that I completely forgot the International Edible Book Festival? Yes, you read that right. The International Edible Book Festival is an annual celebration of edible books, honoring French gastronome Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin. It's a competition of sorts and a banquet.
The website says it better than I can -
Le Festival international du livre mangeable
se déroule annuellement autour du 1er avril. À ce jour, il s’est tenu
dans les pays suivants : Australie, Allemagne, Angleterre, Brésil,
Canada, États-Unis d’Amérique, France, Inde, Irlande, Italie, Japon,
Luxembourg, Maroc, Mexique, Nouvelle-Zélande, Pays-Bas, Russie. Hong
Kong vient d'annoncer sa participation en 2007.
La
date du 1er avril souligne le jour anniversaire du célèbre gastronome
français Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (1755-1826), connu pour son
traité érudit et plein d’humour, Physiologie du goût, et bien sûr pour
le fameux fromage qui porte son nom. Ce jour, qui est aussi celui du
Poisson d’avril, est sans aucun doute l’occasion par excellence pour
mettre à la bouche les pâtes à feuilleter, les mots croustillants et
les vers chocolatés, car les «livres» sont dégustés le jour même de
l’événement. Si ce festival unique en son genre est d'abord un partage
de nourriture et de culture, il est aussi une occasion de réflexion sur
les saveurs et les savoirs. Il peut aussi prendre la forme d’un
manifeste contre la faim dans le monde et l’illettrisme.
I am pleased to see that a few opportunities remain for me to eat me words. Anyone care to join me?
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