random links on food

8 Oct

First, from The Atlantic. This is the experience of a chef who has lost his sense of taste:

In the fall of 2007 I lost all sense of taste perception due to radiation therapy I was undergoing for stage four tongue cancer. I was told from the beginning by everyone on the medical team that they were going to take me low, almost kill me, while trying to rid the cancer. This included weeks of intensive targeted radiation treatment on my tongue, jaw, and neck that would burn the inside of my mouth and throat like a scorching sunburn. The skin covering my tongue and throat peeled off like sheets of wrapping paper, taking with it my taste buds. Of all of the side effects of treatment, this is what I feared the most. If I could not taste, could I really be a chef?

The absence of this sense started slowly as treatment began, but within three weeks I could taste nothing. I recall returning to Alinea after a radiation session one afternoon and entering the kitchen like any other day. Upon I arriving at my station, one of the chef de partie came up with a beige-colored sauce on a spoon. “Chef, is this what you were looking for?” he asked.

This happens continuously whenever we introduce a new dish. We refine and refine until the recipe and plating are second nature, tasting constantly along the way. I grabbed the spoon, put it in my mouth, swished it around, and winced slightly from the pain. But that was not the issue–I was used to the pain by this point. I looked at the chef, checking his face to make sure it was not some sort of joke, and then grabbed another spoon and took a second taste out of the pot.

I called over to Dave Beran, one of my sous chefs at the time, and said, “Chef, give this a taste and tell me what you think.” A few on the line noticed and worried briefly that something was amiss. He hurried over, tasted it, shrugged and said, “Seems fine to me. Maybe a bit more salt.” I shrugged, tossed the spoon into the bain marie and said, “Seems fine to me.”
And I panicked.

My mind raced at a million miles per hour. I grabbed 5 tasting spoons, walked over as casually as possible to the stove and randomly tasted a few of the pots simmering away. Nothing. I grabbed a pinch of salt, put it directly on my tongue, and it tasted–no, felt–like slowly dissolving sand. And just like that my sense of taste was gone. It felt like one day it was there, the next it had vanished completely.

I had no idea how to react, other than to try to mask it to the kitchen staff, at least for the time being. I called together the sous chefs in the front dining room and said, “As I go through this treatment I am going to need to begin relying more on you guys to taste the nuances in the food.” Dave looked at me and knew the truth. He had seen it in my eyes. I could not taste, and he knew it.

An interactive set of food rules, submitted by readers and picked by Michael Pollan can be found at The New York Times Magazine.

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