Wednesday 14 November 2012

A gallery or a playground (OR: Rachel goes on a rant about museums)

I want to hack museums.

But before I go into that, I should go back to the beginning of my day (apologies if it's a bit long...) -

This morning, I went along to General Assembly's Makers Breakfast and heard the founders of Technology Will Save Us and Sugru speak about their origins, what its like being a professional maker, and what inspires them and their businesses. I've been familiar with both companies for a while, was involved in the Enabled by Designathon which both played a role in, and am currently only a foot away from a sugru'd power cable, but I always find it inspiring to hear the story of a product straight from the horse's mouth.


The theme throughout both talks was that these companies, products and communities are built on a foundation of giving people knowledge and tools to take the fear out of making. When people understand what they are capable of, they are capable of anything. Both TWSU and Sugru have created themselves, from their products, packaging, and copy to their thriving on and offline communities, to be as low-barrier and as welcoming as possible. Making what to many seemed intangible, not only tangible, but second nature.

When I left the breakfast, I had the rest of the day to myself (hello staycation), and had a sudden urge to revisit some old stomping grounds. When I moved to London, I was dead-set on being an art buyer/ curator, studying museum curation and art theory, working at quite a well known gallery and later a small but well established museum, and visiting multiple exhibitions a week. The longer I was there though, the more disenchanted I became by the rigidity, egos, and pretentiousness I often encountered, and by my final year, I wanted very little to do with the art world. I still enjoyed art, but needed a bit of a breather.

I set off West and ended up at the V&A (quite possibly my favourite museum in London) and ventured into their latest free exhibition of photography from the Middle East. While gazing over a collection of photos of rioters, I could hear a cluster of kids, no more than 8 or 9 years old, laughing and playing about behind me. "Can you keep the noise down! This is a gallery, not a playground," stifled their laughter, as the gruffly spoken words yapped out of the obviously disgruntled and unhappy invigilator perched on his stool in the shadows of the exhibition. It's not like one needs to hear a photograph to better understand it. And you wonder why kids often dread museum visits. That one line, mixed with the inspiring maker mantras from this morning to form: I want to hack museums. 

Why can't museums be playgrounds? Why do they have to be these cathedrals to the past, where visitors take a vow of silence upon entering what has always been deemed a sacred space. Most of the things in museums, particularly at the V&A, were never made to be housed behind glass boxes, they were made to be interacted with, to be used in context - they were made to be alive, not mummified. I'm not suggesting we start eating out of 17th century imperial tea sets or playing dress up with a 1940s Jean Desses gown; there are important conservation reasons for glass boxes and dim lighting. However, these physical barriers, along with the often verbally intangible descriptions  that go along with many museum objects, museums and exhibitions can create a similar feeling to that of technology - this is something people can see, but unless you have extensive education, you won't fully understand it, and you certainly wouldn't be able to do it better yourself.

City Museum - it has a fucking plane on the roof YOU CAN CLIMB ON
I know that there have been some interesting things done with exhibitions and museums - take City Museum is St Louis, designed and built as the ultimate playground and exploratory space, and where people are intuitively encouraged to interact with the art and space around them. It's true that many museums, including the V&A, have brilliant educational programmes, late nights, etc... but at university we used to call them the tick boxes - token activities of sections of exhibitions (like interactive catalog search/ children's drawing areas, etc...) that museums can tag onto whatever they are already doing to attempt to attract the full spectrum of visitor types, but which rarely tackle the fundamentals of the institution, and act more as superficial add ons.

This a big conversation, and I don't expect, nor do I necessarily want the V&A to become a giant playground, but it would be nice to create a space where giggling, playing, questioning, and exploring the museum environment is seen as natural, and can be done without fear of scolding. I'd love to hear about things that are already going on, and ideas people have about how museums can work better - if you have any, give me a shout.

/end rant... for now

Saturday 25 August 2012

Ladies Night

My friend Tahnee and I threw a dinner party in her lovely S. London home a couple of weeks ago. It was one of the few summery weekends we've managed this summer, so the night's menu was fresh and seasonal. We started our morning at Deptford and Lewisham markets for ingredients, and even had time to lay in the sunshine before cracking on with the food. It was a lovely, laid back evening with a group of wonderful women. Take a look -

Wood fired pizza truck at Deptford Market

Amazeballs pizza

A little R&R in the sun

Watermelon and fennel salad

Fig and pistachio encrusted lamb


Tomato, goats cheese and caramelised shallot tartlets

Simple starter of roasted aubergine with greek yogurt and pomegranate 

The ladies!

The main spread: tartlet, watermelon salad, lamb, and herb salad

Dessert of stewed cherries with dark chocolate over vanilla ice cream

In summary

Our dinner coincided with the men's final of Olympic diving, so of course dessert took place on the couch, with mojitos watching incredibly fit men in very little clothing.

Friday 20 July 2012

Monday 18 June 2012

Bream Team cook for The Point People

 A week after our first Bream Team dining extravaganza, one of our brilliant dinner guests, Cassie Robinson approached us to cook and host a working dinner for the Point People, a group of intelligent, creative people working for various organisations and projects, and interested in the grey spaces of collaboration. We were chuffed to bits that not was someone asking for us to cook for them, but that they were actually willing to hire us for the job! Last thursday, we hosted said dinner at the Deptford Project, an amazing place whose centre point is an old rail car-turned-cafe. Compared to our rather extravagant first dinner, this time around we created a paired down, picnic-inspired menu in the hopes of rustling up some summer spirit as rain and wind pelted the windows of the converted rail car that was our dining room.

To get the Point People's working dinner off on the right foot, we served up a 2x4 of hors d'oeuvres - melon wrapped in prosciutto with agave nectar and black pepper, and sauteed halloumi with fresh sage and warm apple, finished with a squirt of lime for them to nibble as they got down to business.

Compared to our last dinner, which consisted of five courses in which nearly everything needed to be prepared moments before serving, we made our job a lot more manageable for a weekday meal by creating a mainly cold main, which was mostly prepared before we arrived (this turned out to be a good call, as it actually freed us up to sit and chat with our diners, instead of roasting away in the kitchen). 

Tom working the double sautee

Flower pot bread
So after a bit of oven time for our last bits of the main course, we were ready to plate up -
teacups of gazpacho
a duck, pork, and pistachio terrine with pistachio pesto, apple, and caperberries
watercress salad with lemon mustard vinaigrette
honey roasted ham
a spinach and smoked salmon tartlet
malted flower pot bread loaves
and for the vegetarian and wheat-free of the group, a summer vegetable gratin.


As we hurried the remnants of the main course away, we prepared for our extra special dessert. Why extra special? Well, Tom is currently working on a project called Meet Market - a project aimed to help train young people in the art of entrepreneurship through creating and running their own market stalls. One of the young people currently working with them is an especially talented young woman named Rav, who is in the midst of setting up her own cupcake business. We asked her to supply the main part of our dessert, and boy did she deliver (I highly recommend her to anyone looking for cupcakes in East London)! 

Aren't these stunning!?
To go along with Rav's beautiful and delectable cakes (of course we had to test a couple earlier in the day...), we made homemade peach and lavender ice cream and rose salt meringues, all of which went down a treat. 

It was a tremendous first venture into some type of catering, and the response we got was pretty overwhelming. A huge thanks to Cassie for giving us a chance. 

The more of this I do, the bigger a buzz I feel from each one, not to mention the bubbling anticipation to plan the next one. 

Speaking of next ones, what are you doing the last weekend in July?.... 

Nice Vol 2.: Eating Out

So while a fair amount of cooking and eating was done in our airy, modern apartment, one can't go to Provence without testing the local food fair. I must say that in general, the food didn't blow me away quite as much as I'd anticipated, but still, with fresh, beautiful ingredients that come so naturally to the area, even the mid range meals weren't too shabby.

Moules Marinière
Canard w/ honey 


Nougat Glacée - quickly to become my new dessert of choice

Lots of gelato consumed (and an ecstatic brother...)

Salade niçoise - bien sure!

Monaco Ice Cream (before I lost my fortune at the casino...)

True seafood, and my first oyster

Beautiful salmon tartare

More gelato...

Medaillon de boeuf aux champignons
MORE nougat glacée... (I also happen to be eating nougat right now.)

By far the best meal of the trip!
Poached monkfish with a coconut lemongrass sauce,
vanilla fondant potatoes and almost melting vegetables
From Papayou - highly recommend!!

Mango and pineapple crumble

So there's a whirlwind of food! It would be a bit tedious to go through them all in detail, but needless to say, we ate well.

Monday 11 June 2012

Nice Vol. 1 - Eating In

I went on holiday to Nice, France the other week with my family - the first time since Christmas that we were all on the same continent, and we descended upon the South of France all very much in need of a respite from our respective bustling lives.
The view from our micro balcony, not too shabby
My goals for the week were simple:
- Enjoy being with my family
- Successfully read a whole book
- Lounge on the beach

and of course,

- Indulge in as much southern French cuisine as I could handle in a 7 day trip

I'm delighted to say all were accomplished (finishing not one, but TWO books during the week), but particular esteem must be given to the final goal - we ate, drank, slurped, devoured and gorged ourselves on everything in our midst.

I should also mention that for our last two holidays, my family and I have come to an arrangement - on meals in, I do the cooking, and they do the cleaning. It's a pretty brilliant situation in my opinion, as I get to play with local ingredients and talk my time and enjoy the slow, lilting rhythm that is vacation cooking. The kind of cooking where time is not matter, vegetables are chopped in time with the chirping (ok squawking in our case) of birds, and creativity with your limited holiday rental kitchen supplies makes for interesting cooking methods.


Because this was France in the spring time, I nearly melted when I spotted the local produce - varieties of heirloom tomatoes I haven't seen since working on an organic farm in uni and in quantities I'd never seem before, delicate courgettes with the flowers still attached and blooming (more on that later) - peaches and strawberries that make my mouth water just thinking about their supple flesh. Right, getting carried away, needless to say, with ingredients like these, there was little need for complexity with the week's meals. Between the market, our butcher just downstairs (who also had some of the best goat's cheese I have ever tasted), a little wine merchant down the street, and a boulangerie around the corner, we were set for the week.

Rather than drag on with over-indulgent memories of each individual meal, I'll just show you the summary -


Real tomatoes

Warm green bean and shallot salad, lots of cheese and
saucisson, and my brother reading in the background 

Steak, roasted sweet potato wedges, and green beans w/ red wine jus

Peach and blueberry tart

Shit load of roasted vegetables

Saucisson and some of the best damn goats cheese you'll find

A resurrection of a Bream Team classic with a twist -
peach and almond tart w/ apricot glaze

German and tiger striped in one bowl, heavenly

Remember those courgette flowers? I fried them.


Baby courgette and shallot quiche
(my first quiche as well!)

Leftovers on the last day
These ingredients, prepared simply (olive oil, balsamic vinegar, s&p and thyme was the contents of my cupboard), and accompanied by bread, cheese, meat and wine created by local craftsmen who do what they do best made for meals that required little input from me to keep the family happy and clearing their plates. Its amazing what a difference real, quality ingredients make, and how difficult they are to find, even in a foodie metropolis like London.

I'll be dreaming of those German striped tomatoes for months to come...


(Stayed tuned to Vol. 2 - Eating Out shortly for what we dined on outside the flat...)