More Living Well:

On the Casting Couch

Oh, whoa whoa whoa!
The ho ho ho,
Of last Xmas

The bitter snow,
The frost,
All that money lost
In market compost!
I dream of a farm,
Somewhere warm,
With olive groves,
And tomato bread
with garlic cloves.

A hacienda tickled in sea breeze,
The afternoon under shaded trees.

I walk through terraces of vines,
Ancient earth tilled
under clear blue skies
By the fingers of sleeping Gods,
And dancing Señoritas.

Instead.
Back in the real world to dread…
Fickle politicians
And plebs.

Imperfections.
And infections.
A cough like an ape,
and work too late.

Gentlemen!
Fight back
Against the inevitable heart attack!
Less port and oyster,
Slow gin and bitter.

Shoot and fish,
Climb the Hindu Kish
And ride across Spain;
Ignore the rain.

Pass me my pick, George.
There are mountains to climb –
Not for us to whine.

They smile and walk on
towards the mist.

– Unknown Sherpa




Bookmark and Share

Taste for Speed


Elena Foster justifies her appetite for life in the fast lane

I love eating fast. Once food is on my plate I need to eat it straight away. I can’t wait. It’s the same with wine. And so I love restaurants and households that serve meals straight, without much delay and I hate restaurants that make a fuss, giving long presentations about the menu and wines, with sommeliers smelling and swilling the vintage right to left, left to right in their mouths…

I also hate dining with people who eat slowly who look at their plate, take a bite, put down the fork, talk, take another bite, pause… Just as they’re thinking about taking their third bite I’ve already finished and I’m angsting about the time I’ll have to wait for them to eat up. My leg jiggles impatiently, uncontrollably, up and down, and I become mute.

But please do not misunderstand me: I adore good food. I prize chefs with deep knowledge of the art of cuisine but who also respect their guests’ time. Ferran Adrià is the king of these. He always has been, even when – more than 20 years ago – he used to prepare the most incredible meals just for friends. We used to sit in the El Bulli kitchen, in Roses, at 2pm, with the summer sun blazing outside, and we’d finally leave Adrià’s table as it was getting dark, after great conversation and laughter blended with the most glorious flavours. One brilliant dish after another, wine after fabulous wine… all prepared by no-nonsense Adrià, and on time. Recently, when he offered to cook dinner for me, my husband and two friends on my birthday, I saw that he is still the same: “Come at 8 o’clock and don’t make any plans until 1am at least, dear Elena. Leave it all to me and I promise you’ll love it.” He knows I cannot stand waiting – and is as impatient as I am. So, being in his hands, the prospect of so many hours eating and drinking did not shock me at all. Every second was memorable. The extraordinary flavours, the sublime bouquet of the wines, the fantastic, quick service. Perfection. Great fun. I showed my gratitude to Adrià by sending him a magnificent book. (For me there are only five really priceless things: love, friends, good food, good wines and good books.)

There’s no doubt that optimism and generosity, a zest for life, love, knowledge, drink and food all make a person more attractive and desirable. But beyond all this, it makes a person live a happier life. And happiness is healthy. To live fast puts one on another level of observation and experience compared to those who choose the path of the snail. There is so much to love, to drink, to eat, to read that the faster we do it the more we can enjoy the short time we have on this plain earth.

Bon appétit!

– Elena Foster is Founder and CEO of IvoryPress (www.ivorypress.com)

El Bulli, Cala Montjoi, Roses, Girona, Spain
(+34 972 150 457; www.elbulli.com).



Would you like to comment on this article?

You must be logged in to post a comment.


Subscribe to Finch's Quarterly Review

The views expressed in Finch’s Quarterly Review are not necessarily those of the editorial team.  The editorial team is not responsible or liable for text, pictures or illustrations, which remain the responsibility of the authors.  Finch’s Quarterly Review is fully protected by copyright and nothing may be printed, translated or reproduced wholly or in part without witten permission.