DUDE MONTH

A very long yet not such a great deal of time ago, me and my peoples used to celebrate a near month holiday titled Dude Month. It was when our very professional minded women would leave on some work related business. It would usually coincide with one or two members of the click enduring the same struggle. Laundry piles up. Pizza is cold. Floors are sock drawers. White Castle is Michelin Star’ed. Bikes no helmets. Cause for Alarm, not clocks. Some how the bills got paid, but the price was far greater. It would seem that a few folks are doing the dance today. Here is Andrei eating well.

On one side of the Atlantic its dude month. On the other side its lil’dudes month. But that is in APril, and another story. What’s Cooking?

Out of season veg, so so what the wife has been craving. Grilled Halloumi and hummus. Our diet of late.

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SLOW (HAND) MOTIONS

SInce what post …

I must have been completely busy doing nothing. I had a few wonderful deadlines to meet recently and promised myself that I would rest immediately after. This is my current truth. I have not shared any images of my work online and wanted the Holidays would be my time to digitally shine. I was going to go public more or less when I had down time. But as I am not doing much but working, I got plenty of time. Really I just wanted to publish a little something relevant before the holidays. 

As you all may or may not know, the next step in food makings is to create a series of recipe murals around SE London. There is much to share for those whom may not know the particulars of the project so to keep it all in brief, please click this link to read more and experience how we need to hear from you, to learn of your favorite British recipes. Recipe Card.

That being said, as recently as December 6th I had a wonderful show with Peckham Space at Persepolis ( in Peckham ) for the show curated by Adam Walker titled, Through the Peckham Glass. I was lucky to be working with the amazing, caring and sharing personality, author and shop keeper Sally Butcher. Her latest publication is Veggiestan, which –  in some certain non meat eating circles, as a gift, could be a panty-peeler. Under the hard covers are divine tongue captivating testaments to forgoing meat seasoned with unbounded wit. We have made a small pact and will be doing more work together soon. Murals! Veggistan blog process images. Here are some more wonderful process images and a story by dear friend and Gourmandizing Mural partner Jason Page.

Please have a read here for Sally’s Veggiestan & seasonal Cous Cous recipe drawn out on her store front window. 

 

 

 

&:
an incredible series of images captured on the opening for Peckham Space.

THROUGH the PECKHAM GLASS

Through the Peckham Glass

A dispersed exhibition of new commissions inspired by their unique display spaces: the shop windows of Peckham.
Five artists create new work in response to unique Peckham venues and the themes of Lewis Carroll’s Through The Looking Glass.

We are busy puting forth our newest component of Gourmandizing. It is the very start of our mural project.
Please take a peak at us in work mode down at Persepolis with shopkeeper, chef and food author Sally Butcher. We are drawing a few of her new favorite dishes from her most recent book, Veggiestan.

ARTISTS:
Paul Gallagher
Rachael House
Matthew McGuinness
John Ryan
Adam Walker

CURATOR:
Adam Walker

OPENS:
December 10th, 2011.

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MISSING MATT

Fuck Drinking the Kool-Ade! I was all up in eating a sweet Matthew Day Jackson.

Paul B. Davis on the turn . . . St. John on the regular table. Pretty audible & edible treats.
Special shout out to Francesca Gavin who gave us the skiny on the best eats on the cake baked flesh.

Damn this show was a long time ago. I had not uploaded it. Sorry ya’ll.

Now,
Listening to MC Ren & not that it has anything to do with anything, but I get distracted.  And that is how I go from August to November with two posts. Damn son.

I NEARLY GOT NOTHING TO SHOW FROM MY MARKET OUTING

HELLO!
Near Cruel World.

There I was like a near stranger at my once frequent haunt, London’s Borough Market. A newfound rookie in the field of play. Slowed down one minute to take it all in and the spatter of people, as if a sprinkler pulsed them by, stole me away. A discordant storm of wide eyed tummies enveloped the walkways, those tummies obviously connected to hosts-rather real people-but at first it’s super  hard to tell. Its not until you connect with the vendors does it all disapear-the background & the foreground & more or less, the packedness of it all.

That said, I love it. I love the crowd, fuck it. Bring em on, Bring more. Let the word come through. They usually do. With their cameras taking flicks of paella pans they have never seen, or hanging deer, pheasants, rabbits, partridge, hogs heads and so on …

So I go. I go when it is busy, when it is closing, when its closed, when it opens, when they crowds are forming. I dare even say I am a regular. My wife-lately is more frequent a shopper than I until today.

I wanted to surprise her. I popped in and purchased the largest sea scallops I could find. I got her favorite cheese. And, I picked up an artisanal sun dried tomato and olive oil spread that is bananas.

After having picked up some root veg for a roast tonight I ran into a friend of mine. We hugged popped into the pub where we were standing in front of and as soon as we ordered I realized “Holy fuck I am missing a bag!” Ran back to the last point of purchase. Dude remembered me having it, but didnt know if I left with it. Shit. It was a goner. Maybe at the till, maybe at the pub. Maybe …

The long and the short of it is. I got vic’ed. First time since I can recall. Went back to re-purchase my goods. At each station I was asked why I was buying the items again. Told the story in brief… and presto. Folks were amazing. For free. All for free. Bloody Hell. I love the market. Big city. Little town vibe.

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