Food increasingly became alienated from the body over the latter half of 20th century. Its material, its preparation, its distribution and its consumption became hostage to the banal aesthetics of the food stylist, the aridity of cultural studies and the repressive partnership of the public health zealot and the liability lawyer.
But, glycerine is not the wetness of the purple wound of a torn fig. Food on the plate is in soft focus only to the myopic. A table setting is not a shopping list. An after-footy barbecue is not its cultural iconography. A gang of teenage girls eating post school microwave snacks while watching t.v. together is a commensal activity. Scoffing down the odd germ with your cold pasta salad may be necessary to help you digest said pasta and may just build up your resistance to something really nasty when it comes along.
