From The Futurist Cookbook:
The diner is served from the right with a plate containing some black olives, fennel hearts and kumquats. From the left he is served with a rectangle made of sandpaper, silk and velvet. The foods must be carried directly to the mouth with the right hand while the left hand lightly and repeatedly strokes the tactile rectangle. In the meantime, the waiters spray the napes of the diners’ necks with a conprofumo of carnations, while from the kitchen comes contemperaneously a violent conrumore of an aeroplane motor and some dismusica by Bach.
GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD!!
Our first Futurist dish! Aerofood was the most feasible and least racist of the dishes I could prepare today for an in-class presentation on Futurism and fascism. (By the way, Prof. Rob Lewis is so crazy for letting me do this. Also, sophomore girls loooooove him omg) I had to make do with what I had, however: in place of fennel, I roasted garlic; instead of kumquat, two slices of tangelo dusted with cardamom. I don’t think the volunteers liked the food, but I doubt Marinetti would mind at all. Luckily, I’ve learned that the Futurists were all assholes anyway.
To top off the dish, I plated them on laserdiscs of The Fugitive (here overwritten with “The Futurist”) and had another group member spritz the participants with some perfume diluted with water. I mixed Contrapunctus VIII, performed by Glenn Gould, with the sound of an airplane motor. The whole performance was pretty fun, and the class enjoyed it (I think). Unfortunately, the only impressions I could get from the volunteers was, “Ugh, garlic.”
