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002 | Balthazar | Audio| End of Day 59
Kore! Kore, kore, kore. [The voice is smooth and low and upbeat. People who have spoken to Balthazar will no doubt recognize him, but there's a gravelly undertone there that's just a little unnerving.]
Apropos of nothing, but have you ever heard about the ortolan? It's this darling little bird that used to be a gourmet dish in France until it was outlawed. I suppose there are still people eating it on the sly. Wasn't something I ever tried.
What you do, is you catch this songbird--it's about the size of a sparrow--and you stick it in a box. Oh, no, wait you blind it with pincers first, and then you stick it in a box, with all the millet and fruit it can eat. Until it grows several times its normal size due to eating nonstop from boredom and depression. Can't blame it, really.
And then, to kill it, you drown it in brandy. It has to be drowned rather than marinated, because the point is when you eat it the lungs and stomach should be full of liquor, for a burst of flavor.
People eat the entire thing in one bite, except for the head, and they cover their heads with napkins while they do it, to hide their gluttony from God. Assuming He's watching them eat, which, really, if He wasn't already pissed off by them poking the bird's eyes out, why would He get annoyed at that point?
It fascinates me that this is a thing. I mean, veal is pretty harsh, let's be honest. Foie gras is gruesome. One pretty much always boils lobsters alive. There are many dishes out there that have an element of meanness. And they're gourmet. They're specialties.
I'm forced to conclude the taste of suffering that lingers must be part of the appeal. But what do you think?
[Private to Anna and Gabriel]
I'm going for a walk. Don't worry, I'll do my best to avoid eating anything with a face. But I can't sit in the house forever. It just makes me hungrier.
Apropos of nothing, but have you ever heard about the ortolan? It's this darling little bird that used to be a gourmet dish in France until it was outlawed. I suppose there are still people eating it on the sly. Wasn't something I ever tried.
What you do, is you catch this songbird--it's about the size of a sparrow--and you stick it in a box. Oh, no, wait you blind it with pincers first, and then you stick it in a box, with all the millet and fruit it can eat. Until it grows several times its normal size due to eating nonstop from boredom and depression. Can't blame it, really.
And then, to kill it, you drown it in brandy. It has to be drowned rather than marinated, because the point is when you eat it the lungs and stomach should be full of liquor, for a burst of flavor.
People eat the entire thing in one bite, except for the head, and they cover their heads with napkins while they do it, to hide their gluttony from God. Assuming He's watching them eat, which, really, if He wasn't already pissed off by them poking the bird's eyes out, why would He get annoyed at that point?
It fascinates me that this is a thing. I mean, veal is pretty harsh, let's be honest. Foie gras is gruesome. One pretty much always boils lobsters alive. There are many dishes out there that have an element of meanness. And they're gourmet. They're specialties.
I'm forced to conclude the taste of suffering that lingers must be part of the appeal. But what do you think?
[Private to Anna and Gabriel]
I'm going for a walk. Don't worry, I'll do my best to avoid eating anything with a face. But I can't sit in the house forever. It just makes me hungrier.
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I mean it, Anna. We need you.
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[ She's being sarcastic, it practically drips from her words, but her smile? That's all genuine. She's just so tired. It's nice to hear a little appreciation sometimes. ]
Alright, go on. Go eat, frolic and be merry. We'll work on fixing it back here.