Smoked Ham and Peaches
The 50s post-war man could read Fleming’s Bond books and dream not only of adventure and villains in far-off lands, but of an exciting lifestyle of fast cars, beautiful women, finely tailored clothes, and exotic gourmet meals from around the world. Sadly these meals were missing from the cinematic adaptations.
Related: This audio documentary on the various Bond scores. And this, on Bond’s tailoring.
“The trouble always is,” he explained to Vesper, “not how to get enough caviar, but how to get enough toast with it.”
Same with fry-ups.
The steak came. It was accompanied by various succulent side-dishes, including a saucer of blood.
I’m sorry, blood is not food.
I’m sorry, blood is not food.
It is if it comes fried and in a sausage-like format
Makes the duck wrap I had for lunch look rather prosaic.
A lot of it does seem fussy and naff. For some reason it reminded me of the awful creations of Fanny Cradock.
No, I’m not sure what that is either.
Please tell me those are chicken wings…at first glance I thought they were dead mice. Though what the rest of that green stuff is..???…something wasabi based?
something wasabi based?
If I remember correctly, she was quite keen on artificial food colouring. So it could be pale green mashed potato, piped.
I recognize peas. Not sure what the rest of it is.
Sadly these meals were missing from the cinematic adaptations.
Well, yes, of course.
Throwing someone through bathroom stalls, racing boats through swamps, and tip toeing through a deathtrap funhouse all rather take time on screen, so people getting fed has to get taken for granted . . .
For a proper amount of time taken for James Bond scale food on screen, one watches Tampopo and Babbette’s Feast . . . .
No, I’m not sure what that is either.
I thought it was one of your performance art posts.
I think part of the escapism involved recent memories of rationing which didn’t end until 1954.
No, I’m not sure what that is either.
. . . . There might be only some fascination with randomly applied food coloring, where what comes to mind is some bog standard, non Irish, St Patrick’s Day observation.
Echoing David about the surrounding . . . stuff . . . , that does look like it’s somewhat cooked chicken, on peas, surrounded by mashed potatoes that have been painted green.
I thought it was one of your performance art posts.
An easy mistake to make.
An easy mistake to make.
I’ve seen that shade of pink before!
I’m not making this up you know!!!
OK…now please tell me that’s not a bath robe…or a human female.
A lot of it does seem fussy and naff.
Being hipster variety frantically lowest class does come to mind, as opposed to casually and unaffected patrician.
Mmm. Thinks: A Brizzola would just go down nicely. Let’s see what I’ve got in the fridge. Oh. Cauliflower cheese it is then.
This thread reminds me of Food Wars.
A very enjoyable anime featuring a young chef-in-training at an exclusive culinary academy in Japan. The video depictions of people’s responses to his cooking often verge on the NSFW:-).
“The trouble always is,” he explained to Vesper, “not how to get enough caviar, but how to get enough toast with it.”
I prefer Nutella on my toast.
Surely Felix Leiter would have introduced Bond to the plebeian delights of the humble cheeseburger?
Well played, sir.
As Fanny is able to take a hot baking tray out of an oven with her bare hand I suspect ‘Fanny’ is one of our alien overlords. (or overladies)
Surely Felix Leiter would have introduced Bond to the plebeian delights of the humble cheeseburger?
Define plebian.
Um. Lessee . . . In Diamonds Are Forever . . .
Hmmm. Sardi’s.
Sure, Felix could get ‘im a cheeseburger . . . .
Ah yes, Felix Leiter, always recalled for me as the one who was delivered back, still alive,after being in a shark tank, with a label on him that said “he disagreed with something that ate him”. In “Live and Let Die”.
I guarantee that you can get an excellent cheeseburger pretty much anywhere in NY for less than that. With fries and a coke (no Pepsi!).
…drinking diet decaf Coke and eating a slice of sourdough bread with Irish butter. Sigh.
As I recall Bond experienced a rare moment of self-loathing after over-indulging on the buttered crab and pink champagne. Could be wrong though, fifty years since I read it.
What’s interesting is that in the films, because we don’t see Bond eating but only hear him and others talking about it, his tastes are more exaggeratedly “fancy.” More references to French dishes (but only ones the audience is likely to recognize), an obsession with wine vintage years (rather than terroir or grape varieties), and a general emphasis on expensiveness.
Book-Bond tends to eat like an upper-class 1950s Englishman on an expense account: he indulges in either some hard-to-get treats (caviar, stone crabs) or just a good old pig-out on something simple and good (spaghetti, steak).
Maybe the reason the movies had Bond bang every female he encountered was because the movies, lacking the time, weren’t able to describe the food very well; so hey had to present us with sensual, exotic delicacies in a more direct manner.
‘As I recall Bond experienced a rare moment of self-loathing after over-indulging on the buttered crab and pink champagne. Could be wrong though, fifty years since I read it’.
You’re not wrong. It’s at the beginning of ‘Goldfinger’.
In the books, 007 alternates between unashamed hedonism and guilt. He also shows an ambivalent attitude to killing, and at times is surprisingly sensitive in his love life.
In the books, 007 alternates between unashamed hedonism and guilt. He also shows an ambivalent attitude to killing, and at times is surprisingly sensitive in his love life.
I’m finally getting around to a read of all of the original Fleming stories, but I do remember there’s at least one bit somewhere where M is glaring at him and grumbling about Bond always or generally letting M provide the justifications for killing someone.