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The following post appeared on this blog in September 2012, and today it seems fitting to re-post it. I suspect my readership has done a 360° turnaround since I posted it. It doesn’t really matter whether you’ve read it before or not. I’m posting it in memory of Anthony Bourdain who has entertained me for years, and I’m truly sad to learn of his suicide in France, on Friday 8 June, 2018. He was a one-off, an original. I’m a fan, and always will be . I enjoyed his zest for life and food. I shall miss him.



MEDIUM RAW by Anthony Bourdain is sub-titled “a Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People who Cook” .I’m pretty sure if the Publishers felt they might get away with it the sub-title would have read “A F—-ing Valentine etc” because the F-word is Bourdain’s favourite word, he uses it in almost every paragraph, he uses it adverbially, he uses it adjectivally, he uses it as a verb. He has even invented a collective noun ‘clusterf…’ to describe gatherings of hungry journos and industry peeps. This is not a book to tuck into your maiden aunt’s Christmas stocking. But if you love food, cooking and eating then open the book and prepare to be entertained, astonished and illuminated.
Anthony Bourdain was the Bad Boy of New York chefdom, some years ago, and hit the headlines with his first culinary exposé “Kitchen Confidential”, which was a riveting account of cheffing, boozing, drugging, oh – and cooking. Some twelve years later he’s calmed down quite a bit (he recently married and now has a baby daughter with whom he is besotted); he wrote more books, got onto TV as a hit show host (No Reservations – Around the world on an empty Stomach) and he writes foodie columns for top-end magazines & newspapers in the US.
Now he’s laying into the food industry with his customary verve – he must have as many – if not more – enemies than friends. There’s a chapter in Medium Raw titled ‘Heroes & Villains’ in which he names names and plunges in with gusto. He’s opinionated, outrageous, opinionated, funny, opinionated, philosophical, opinionated and passionate and loves nothing more than a good rant. You should read his indictment of the beef industry in the US and what goes into a hamburger. You will never eat another hamburger that you have not personally prepared, this I promise you.
For all his fearless bravado, it has to be said that when it comes to food, the man writes like a dream. There’s a chapter appropriately titled ‘Lust’ where he describes dishes he’s eaten all over the world – Borneo, Singapore, Italy – never mind the location; when I’d finished reading that chapter the pagers were covered in drool …. he describes this type of writing as ‘food porn’. He’s not wrong – I nearly had an orgasm.
I’m a great Bourdain fan, but I’m glad he’s not mine. He may be long, lean and devilishly good-looking, but Mrs B is welcome to him. I reckon she’s got her hands full!






English: A notebook with a scarf.

English: A notebook with a scarf. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Two weeks ago I read an on-line article written by an American writer Mary someone … I didn’t save the article, and didn’t make notes, not realising at the time how the content would remain with me and prompt me to write a blog post on the topic. She wrote about the tools in her writer’s life: paper and pens. So I’ve probably got the facts a bit skew-wiff; if you’re familiar with the original article, please forgive me.

The writer was relating how she has a number of different notebooks in which she writes, by hand. She prefers pens to keyboard. Her notebooks have different coloured covers which is handy for remembering that notes for future novels/stories go in the blue book, poetry goes into the red book, personal journal entries go into the book she bought in Sweden, and so on. I thought what a marvellous idea . Of course it appealed to me. I have a weakness for buying notebooks, journals, out of date large format diaries which I pick up on sales, they make marvellous, sturdy books which can be used for rough-work, notes, lists etc. Their usefulness is boundless. I always visit the Journals & Diaries section on sales, knowing I will pick up a good quality product at an affordable price.

I was toying with the idea of putting Mary’s scheme into action when it slowly dawned on me that I’m already doing it. Command Centre to Mrs Smith. Hello!

For several years, during the period when I lived on the coast at Melkbos, I kept a Beach Diary, in a nice green journal with butterflies on the cover, a birthday gift from my daughter Laura. Every time I walked on the beach I’d record my experiences in the Beach Diary – for instance:

Friday 27 February 2004:  0800

A lovely salty fog, no wind at all (!) and a flat sea,  but oddly a lot of detritus washed up, including an unusual amount of trash along with broken crab shells, mussel shells and (for the first time) cone shells  –  mostly those enchanting inner spirals, but I did pick a whole one, in brown and white.

And the gull mystery continues – several large groups of adult black & white gulls just standing around, all gazing quietly seaward, quite far back from the tide line.  A few were preening or stretching wings, there was none of the usual noisy  squawking, taking off, wheeling and landing.  I almost got the feeling they were basking in the sun.  If not this, then why do they congregate thus?  Have seen them before, in the afternoons, always on a calm day just congregating.  Hmmm.

1 March 2004 :   0930

Light breeze, sun, and quite big  waves  –  human-generated debris on the tide line, plus a lot of weed and patches of a nasty yellowy green foam – maybe oil?

Huge amounts of weed, mostly kelp, each clump with its own swarm of  flying , hopping fly-type insects, myriads of them that rose in clouds as I walked.  There was red, fine seaweed, also a little dark green weed in a branching formation, very dark green and spongy.

Found an entire clear-glass jellyfish, for all  the world like a flat  fried egg – no tail or tendrils.  .For the last five days the wind has had a nip to it.  I think the season is changing.

Yes, maybe it was naff to use the Papyrus Font for those entries, but at the time I was in love with it. Anyway, it makes the Beach Diary passages instantly recognisable,not so ?

And then there’s my blue spiral bound notebook, a gift from my sister, with a pic of a cute tabby kitten on the cover (irresistible!) which I keep for Writer’s Circle meetings, and at the back my brainstorming ideas for blogging.

One of my best notebook buys was on a sale (bonus points for this one!) where I picked up a cloth bound, pale sage green, large format journal, intended as a Gardener’s Journal. The yellow pages are line ruled, some are bordered with quotes about plants, trees etc, and there are colour photographs at intervals to illustrate the four seasons of the year in a garden. It’s a lovely book and I’m using it as my Books Read Record. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you will know I write many book reviews and it has been part of my writing practice for years to write a short review on every book which I read. It helps to keep me writing, especially when I’m busy, or not in the mood to continue fighting with the second draft of my novel, and also provides a useful record of my reading. I must say it’s a pleasure to have such a classy book for my book record.  Now if only I could write reviews to match my classy journal I might be considering a permanent slot in the columns of a prestigious magazine … aw, go on, indulge me, we all need to day dream a little!


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