5. Poetry: Birthing at Bocuse
I would drag old textbooks with me and study conjugations at night because I was terrified of making a mistake. That doesn’t fly in France. So you can imagine my humiliation when in Rouen, I think, I was buying postcards in a museum of locks and asked for “tous les cartes,” “instead of toutes les cartes.” I thought they would lock me up on the spot.
I mean, just shoot me, right there. The lowest menial worker, the toilet patrol lady can knife you with the tongue of correction.So that was my mindset. Joy and fear. To me France was like a footnote to Marat de Sade.
Pleasure and pain. Feed me truffles and just whip me.
We splurged on dinner at master chef Paul Bocuse’s Restaurant, outside of Lyons.
I actually had a panic attack; the onus of ordering was on me. Some fool was smoking a huge cigar and it hit me between the soup and first palate cleansing sorbet. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t smell, I couldn’t taste and I thought I was going to barf. All for $150 per person.
Here is my verbal photograph and art piece. We were on this trip in the early ’80’s; as you can see, I lived to tell the tale of a dinner that scared me like a Friday the 13th slasher movie.
Birthing At Bocuse
©11/01. ART and Poetry
I
The scene
Chez Paul Bocuse, a 5-star event
just outside of Lyons
serves one hundred-fifty dollar dinners
of endless courses:
soups that wear a pastry chef’s hat,
swimming pools of butter with drowning snails,
goose paté from ripened, grain-fed, white honkers,
wine and more wine,
and the intercourses;
sorbet between this and that,
cheeses and breads,
carts of custardy pastries
and superior chocolates
from Maurice Bernachon.
THE chocolatier of Lyons.
This is THE place.
The place where I seared my mouth on the soup,
and feared I was going to use the wrong fork.
The place where I assented
when le garçon recommended
La specialité de la maison:
Chicken cooked in a
pig’s bladder.
II
Reconsideration
But now I have second thoughts
as my head reels from:
the fog of cigar smoke,
the murmuring around me
of the incomprehensible andproper French,
the wine,
and more wine.
My nasal interior rebels and swells
leaving my lungs spasming for air.
I AM HAVING A PANIC ATTACK.
Into my consciousness creeps a vision of
comfort and safety:
America.It’s Golden Gates:
McDonald’s.
I have been transformed into
a soldier who is about to meet the enemy:
MY DINNER.
Then fight to the death,
en garde!,
at this very table;
I wonder:
is a chicken cooked in a pig’s bladder
armed with a bayonet?
III
Religion
Oh God, please help me,
Next time I promise to stay home,
Stick close to the Kosher Deli,
order hot pastrami with those fat fries
the size of
Paul Bunyan’s fingers.
Just don’t let me faint and fall,
at the sight of a pig’s bladder,
face first into my foie gras.
Amen.
IV
Labor
I start to take
deep Lamaze, rapid panting breaths
as the huge silver, domed-covered tray is escorted to the table,
by the entourage of waiters.
The tray cover reflects a terror-stricken woman who
is about to lose the first six courses of the meal
on the floral carpet.
Waiter number one raises the cover in slow motion;
My life revisits me in a rapid succession
of cerebral film clips.
There it is, a five-star, smooth, pink mound on a tray,
a pregnant woman’s stomach, without the woman,
THIS is the one hundred and fifty dollar
“chicken cooked in a pig’s bladder,”
(it sounded a lot better in French)
but I don’t see a chicken.
And now my eyes are totally dilated:
breathe, breathe!
Waiter number two takes the cover away.
Waiter number three holds the huge tray,
while waiter number four approaches the
pregnant stomach,
the smooth, pink hump,
surrounded by little diced white and orange vegetables
WITH A KNIFE!
I think: this hump must be in its ninth month of gestation
And then I realize ready or not,
I AM ABOUT TO WITNESS A BIRTH–
Or maybe a murder.
V
Birth and Revelation
He lifts a paper-thin corner of pink membrane
with the knife
and knicks it,
as an act of a covenant,
a circumcision?;
it shrivels
like the Wicked Witch of the West,
And reveals:
A chicken.
A regular, normal, Frank Purdue
oven stuffer roaster from which
more of the diced vegetables are spilling.
The chicken, a cornucopia of joy.
The chicken, a familiar vision, at ninety-nine cents a pound.
Le poulet.
Waiter number four, having completed the c-section,
now carves like an experienced surgeon.
VI
Renaissance (Rebirth)
My breathing has begun to regulate.
My nasal passages are retreating,
permitting oxygen
into my lungs, aorta, extremities.
My being relaxes,
the six previous courses are no longer a threat
to the carpet.
I look to heaven with thanks.
Birthing can surely make one hungry.
You can see Paul Bocuse making the actual dish, thanks to youtube! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6H0oFCQSiU
La Vie en Rose/Edith Piaf **
Comments from the yahoo parallel universe
- Frida
- This is really great. You have a very special sense of humour! I am sure you will love Aimlessjoys. She used to be a teacher. Mmmm… and also Bloggingforcharity. She knows about that. She will love your poems! I am sure. Many hugs! 🙂
Friday April 13, 2007 – 08:46pm (CDT)
ROFL The French myth is really something. It tooks a lotta time to my French fellows to obtain this IMAGE so I won’t say nothing about it. Mais laissez-moi rire! Really, you were that nervous? I can be snob-ier than any garçon de café, any day! And give them the “eye”. And I don’t care about all my mistakes in English… so breathe and just take it easy ;-D Speak French to me any day you care to.
Sunday May 27, 2007 – 02:28pm (PDT)
wonderful. simply wonderful.
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 02:13pm (EST)
I Love It. Hugzzz, Nonnie
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 09:01am (MDT) Remove Comment
Wow, chicken in a pig’s bladder–who’d have thought it could be so very entertaining? Fantastic write! Thanks!
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 10:10am (CDT)
Just to preciouse for words-you are wonderful
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 08:49am (PDT
- debthegardener
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OMG, LMAO! this is absolutely brilliant! ; D
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 12:39pm (EDT)
oh my god! thats one hell of a poem!!! that feels so true abt the french response even 20 yrs after!! your poem reads like a masterpiece 🙂 thoroughly enjoyed it!!
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 07:33pm (CEST)
That was fun. A masterpiece. Thanks
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 05:19pm (EDT)
Gastronomically rich, anatomically pleasing. I’l take the some escargots, please. Thanks.
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – 06:35pm (PDT)
what a ride, I felt like I was on the Food Roller Coaster, sometimes laughing ( golden arches!) and sometimes screammmming for fear of my life!(labor!)…but all in all, a wonderful ride, exercising all my senses and virtually affecting my tastebuds as well!!! Now I am Hungry!!!!!!!!! hugggs!
Thursday June 28, 2007 – 09:40am (CDT)
Great food poems. 😀
By the way, I’m so sorry for the loss of your friend. I lost my own mother to cancer almost 12 years ago.
*HUGS*
Friday June 29, 2007 – 12:11am (CEST)
This will give you a small heart attack on the spot.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/christmas/christmas.html?in_article_id=372276&in_page_id=1322&in_a_source=&ct=5
Saturday June 30, 2007 – 06:22pm (BST)
philsgal7759 wrote on Apr 1, ’08
ooops so did you eat it?
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 1, ’08
philsgal7759 said
ooops so did you eat it? Sure–you bet–at $150 p.p.! Actually the food was something else!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 1, ’08, edited on Apr 2, ’08
vickieann said
I enjoyed the way you broke the poem into segments relating to birth. However, I am sure I would have barfed when the waiter cut into the bladder. OMG…..and what flavor does the bladder give the chicken? Does the bladder taste like chicken? lolol I would say the bladder is akin to one of those oven-cooking bags they used to have in the 70’s. As for the chicken, it was juicy an delicious!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 1, ’08
vickieann said
I suppose for 150 bucks I would have tried it….after they removed the bladder. ugh. What looked like a solid hunk of smooth pink crumbled into nothing with a little knick! Like a balloon deflating, even thinner!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 1, ’08
…and that was $150.x2 in late 1970, early 1980 prices! imagine! http://www.superchefblog.com/1990/01/super-chef-paul-bocuse.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Bocuse wow, just by chance I found him making the very dish on youtube!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6H0oFCQSiU |
hurricanekate wrote on Apr 1, ’08
Do you know how very gifted you are??????
oh man i gotta go relieve my bladder! HA!you are always such a bright spot in my day!!! xo |
sanssouciblogs said
I have been transformed into a soldier who is about to meet the enemy: MY DINNER. Then fight to the death, en garde!, at this very table; I wonder: is a chicken cooked in a pig’s bladder armed with a bayonet? Brilliant! Just bloody brilliant! I loved every word.
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danceinsilence wrote on Apr 2, ’08
I can relate to this entire food thing in such a big way … from Chateau Brion to McDonald’s … just not right. “There it is, a five-star, smooth, pink mound on a tray, a pregnant woman’s stomach, without the woman, THIS is the one hundred and fifty dollar chicken cooked in a pig’s bladder…” I couldn’t help but laugh loudly when I heard this.
You certainly can weave a poetic ode to please us all. Very well written and spoken 8=) http://danceinsilence.multiply.com/journal/item/212/Poetry_Wednesday_…_A_Warriors_Noble_Cry |
sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Apr 2, ’08
ROFL!!! This was HILARIOUS!!! Oh Sue..the thrill of eating chicken covered in a pigs bladder for $150 is soooo French! N’est ce pas? Fantastique!
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skeezicks1957 wrote on Apr 3, ’08
What a fun memory! When I was pregnant with the twins first ex husband took me out to a nice place and when they brought out oysters on the half shell I had to get up and run outside. Hit me in a heart beat. A chicken in a pigs bladder and I might not have made it to the deck! Great verse this week you got here!!
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mindsnomad wrote on Apr 3, ’08
That was hilarious. Enjoyed your sense of humour and you are a Connosieur of Gourmet Food…I have heard that the French are very “fanatical” about their language and grammar, now I know it is true(giggling). From experience I can attest to “Birthing making you Hungry”, for the first time I was glad I didnt have Cannibalistic tendencies :P.
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millimusings wrote on Apr 3, ’08
I felt nauseous just reading this. I failed speaking French in New Caledonia and I all could say was Merci and Bonjour, LOL you are a star. Great memories once again shared in poetry form and the story the verse imposes on the reader gives humour twinged with nostalgia when expertly expressed by you Sue.
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strongwilledwoman wrote on Apr 3, ’08
A masterpiece, no doubt about it. Thanks for the chuckles.
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jayaramanms wrote on Apr 3, ’08
Sue, Do you think we can write certificate for your poem, i mean by our hostess. Tis is absolutely jovial and hilarious. Beautifully worded and versed with proper breack-ups .. Thanks for sharing such a great poem.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 3, ’08
tylerh said
Hey sorry to be MIA, lots of stuff happening and too preoccupied to write. Wow I remember trying escargot the first time thinking uhm not sure but pig belly? I’d have to be starving on a deserted island. Is this a product of WWII or they really fancy it to be a delicacy? The smell alone doesn’t seem appealing. Must be why Pepe le Pew was created… Pig’s BLADDER! Look at the video 🙂 the chicken is cooked in this bag like thingy–the pig’s BLADDER!
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tulipsinspring wrote on Apr 3, ’08
Oh man, I almost had a panic attack reading your description of that meal LOL. Although, to be fair, I’m vegetarian, so my tolerance for pig’s bladder might be lower than most people. I confess, I don’t have the courage to watch the video LOL.
Love the music. I went to France not too long ago, and found that people were quite friendly as long as I tried to speak in French, even if I made mistakes. Maybe it’s more laid back on the language thing now … but I avoided pig’s bladder LOL. Brilliant, and so vivid I was freaking out right along with you! Hugs! |
annedigitalis wrote on Apr 4, ’08
That was really funny. I still don’t get the point of the pig’s bladder, except to scare the hell out of the American diner. On the video it look like it is put into the pigs bladder only to serve the dish, is it cooked inside the bladder? Its funny I just saw Alton Brown’s Good Eats and he was doing broth, and mentioned a Chinoise, a fancy French strainer that costs around $90. Which can easily be replaced with 99 cent cheesecloth and a colander. Thats sums up the French; extravagance for the sake of being extravagant.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 4, ’08, edited on Apr 9, ’08
annedigitalis said
That was really funny. I still don’t get the point of the pig’s bladder, except to scare the hell out of the American diner. On the video it look like it is put into the pigs bladder only to serve the dish, is it cooked inside the bladder? Its funny I just saw Alton Brown’s Good Eats and he was doing broth, and mentioned a Chinoise, a fancy French strainer that costs around $90. Which can easily be replaced with 99 cent cheesecloth and a colander. Thats sums up the French; extravagance for the sake of being extravagant. Yes, the chicken is cooked in the pig’s bladder, boiled, keeps in the juices, remember those cooking bags we had, maybe still do? You’d put the chicken in and bake it. Same idea.
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bostonsdandd wrote on Apr 8, ’08
I was worried about laughing until I got to the end and figured out you MEANT to be funny LMAO! You have a great sense of humor Sue and it shines through with this one :o). It’s beautiful, brilliantly written, and leaves you with a sense of really wanting to know what a chicken in a pig bladder looks like LMAO.
Thanks for the reminder to read this one ;o)! By the way, you are SOOOOO much braver than I am :os. I’m from a state that loves things like alligator and pig intestines ;o). I don’t eat either :oP! |
sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 8, ’08
bostonsdandd said
I was worried about laughing until I got to the end and figured out you MEANT to be funny LMAO! You have a great sense of humor Sue and it shines through with this one :o). It’s beautiful, brilliantly written, and leaves you with a sense of really wanting to know what a chicken in a pig bladder looks like LMAO. Hold the alligator and the pig’s intestines! Bleh! Ptui! This was enough–didja see the video? Thanks for reading–now “it’s done.” xo
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asolotraveler wrote on Apr 11, ’08
SPECTACULAR MUSIC ACCOMPANY YOUR MEMORIES…. once in montreal as i fancied myself as able tto converse en francais… i bolding asked direction to the men’s room: “j’desire le chambre per l’homme’ was met with ‘you mean the restroom?’ UGGGhhh.
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