> Jean-Paul Sartre's cooking diary > > October 3 - Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has > never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home > immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula > for a Denver omelet. > > October 4 - Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling > blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers > marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. > I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of > existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the > plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights > off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika. > > October 6 - I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and > cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarettes, some > coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am > encouraged, but my journey is still long. > > October 10 - I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of > traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so > acutely. Today I tried this recipe: > > Tuna Casserole > > Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish > > Instructions: Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place > a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. > Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, > do not turn on the light. > > While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its > inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize > that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I > am becoming more and more frustrated. > > October 25 - I have been forced to abandon the project of producing an > entire cookbook. Rather, I now seek a single recipe which will, by itself, > embody the plight of man in a world ruled by an unfeeling God, as well as > providing the eater with at least one ingredient from each of the four > basic food groups. To this end, I purchased six hundred pounds of > foodstuffs from the corner grocery and locked myself in the kitchen, > refusing to admit anyone. After several weeks of work, I produced a > recipe calling for two eggs, half a cup of flour, four tons of beef, and > a leek. While this is a start, I am afraid I still have much work ahead. > > November 15 - Today I made a Black Forest gateau out of five pounds of > cherries and a live beaver, challenging the very definition of the word > gateau. I was very pleased. Malraux said he admired it greatly, but > would not stay for dessert. Still, I feel that this may be my most > profound achievement yet, and have resolved to enter it in the Betty > Crocker Bake-Off. > > November 30 - Today was the day of the Bake-Off. Alas, things did not > go as I had hoped. During the judging, the beaver became agitated and > bit Betty Crocker's wrist. The beaver's powerful jaws are capable of > felling blue spruce in less than ten minutes and proved, needless to say, > more than a match for the tender limbs of America's favorite homemaker. > I only got third place. Moreover, I am now the subject of a rather > nasty lawsuit. > > December 1 - I have been gaining twenty-five pounds a week for two > months, and I am now experiencing light tides. It is stupid to be so fat. > My pain and ultimate solitude are still as authentic as they were when I > was thin, but seem to impress girls far less. From now on, I will live > on cigarettes and black coffee. > ------------------------------------------------------------ > >
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