Art of Being...Delicious

The invitation from the Carl-Schurz-Haus to a conversation performance and dinner last night was tempting:

Nuts rolling after hazelnuts. Amber, love sweat ... (Michel Serres) - Anyone who goes on like Michel Serres about a bottle of dessert wine belongs to the giants of taste, the titans at the plate. For these giants, questions such as those raised by Brillat-Savarin, namely, which partridge leg tastes better, are by no means petitessen. David Sedaris, on the other hand, is tempted by the sting of raw fish being served in chocolate puddles in New York. Similarly significant may be the problems of Yuri Rychëu's Siberian Chukchi on their first encounter with a melon. The hero of the Brazilian connoisseur João Ubaldo Ribeiro prefers to eat Dutchman. The international literary feast and gourmet will be served by authors Jürgen Reuß and Stephan Kuß, along with theater actors and native speakers of English and French. Gourmet chef José Lavor will spoil the literary performance with culinary delights, serving two antipasti creations from his street food truck to accompany the reading performance, as well as the subsequent summery dinner main course in the open air. In case of inclement weather, the dinner will take place indoors. There will be live music by John Schu and Karsten Kramer, as well as background information on the dishes.

In particular, Georg Christoph Lichtenberg's wisdom found all my attention:

One often hears that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Still, Lichtenberg's remark* has a more dramatic dimension and caught my attention: Food probably has a great influence on people's condition. Who knows if we don't often have a well-cooked soup to thank for the air pump and a bad one for the war. 

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After eating Poutine, did Putin have an upset stomach and, therefore, subsequently invade Ukraine? 

Red Baron went to the conversation performance and dinner and didn't regret it.

In the background, John Schu on bass and Karsten Kramer
at the keys, playing Red Baron's kind of music.

When I arrived, I felt thirsty and had my first drink, re-tasting Carl Schurz's Democratic beer.

The literary performer on stage. They read with great dedication … 

... and the applause was well deserved.

A reflective, cheerful conclusion with a Caribbean ragout in the cool of the twilight.

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