Garnish has two early usages. One was to furnish or supply, say like a military outpost. Its Old French stem garnir means to fortify or defend oneself. The other usage, the Oxford English Dictionary states is “a set of vessels for table use.” Now it seems to be a lemon wedge and a sprig of parsley. Let’s talk about ideas, your perceived idea of yourself, the gages you read and go by, the Dow Jones of your body. Let’s speculate and say there is a form to society, that individuals find it easiest and most comfortable to live in an agreed upon way. We’ll call it the formalism of fitting in, of trying to be. But, the being of what, human? One doesn’t have to try. Your shoes and your hair: human. Your bra and your purse: human. Your underwear no one will see today except you: style.
If the world is a sonnet we all rhyme a-b-b-a and we are all compromised in the lone couplet. We shower. We wash clothes. We work at looking good. It comes down to preserving humanity with style, a grace and eloquence beyond everyday thinking, moment to moment thinking. It is to be naked, a lasting nakedness of expression. And now, we are not talking about the plate and the garnishing arts, but of something to archive. We don’t archive food. We consume it. Cooking is certainly a creative act, so you should present your food in a manner dressed to your liking, but keep in mind eating is not an art.
-Carl Adamshick
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Carl, speaking of style, is Viola still alive?
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