So much has been written by now about Nathan Myhrvold’s Nebuchadnezzar Opus, Modernist Cuisine, the sensible thing to do, in the spirit of the book, is to add to it.
Before we even open the cover, the title intrigues. It seems apt, and yet, wasn’t Modernist architecture about paring down essential lines and forms of structure? Modernist painting disdained Victorian ornament, replacing narrative with pure form. Music could become a long stretch of silence. How does a 30-hour hamburger recipe, with over forty ingredients and as many complex operations, fit in to this? Continue reading