Sensuous world: Marx, Gramsci, Pasolini, food and wine

Just as nature provides labor with the means of life in the sense that labor cannot live without objects on which to operate, on the other hand, it also provides the means of life in the more restricted sense, i.e., the means for the physical subsistence.

—Karl Marx, Economical and Philosophical Manuscripts, Paris, 1844

One of the things I couldn’t stop thinking about on this last trip to Italy (where I stayed at a 5-star resort, ate in a Michelin-starred restaurant, and tasted verticals of some of Southern Italy’s most famous wines) was Marx’s concept of alienation (estrangement), Gramsci’s concept of reification (objectification), and Pasolini’s “fear of naturalism” (“the natural being”) and the insight that they provide us in viewing the current global epicureanism as an expression of the bourgeoisie’s (and I count myself and you, my readers, as members of this privileged class) deep-seated yet unanswered yearning to cast off the yoke of consumerism.

Even though we know that sunlight is bad for us, we all know that wonderful feeling of feeling the sun on our skin, watching a sunset, or walking through a park on a bright summer day.

And even though we know it’s not bad for us, a view of verdant pastures or ancient olive groves somehow soothes us. The same way we enjoy reading Virgil’s Bucolics, viewing an 18th-century painting of a pastoral scene, or reading about “hardcore” natural winemaking in Spain on a favorite wine blog, food and wine writing allows us to escape the workaday din of the consumer-driven, globalized, and frighteningly reified world in which we live.

Sadly, in the post-second-world-war industrialized and globalized world, our bodies have become mere objects and the nutriments which give us life have become mere objects and we have lost touch with the pre-industrial expressions of the one and the other. Even as we consume “heirloom” food and wine products, as good and as healthy and as wholesome as they may taste, we cannot ignore (however much we would like to) the fact that the chain of supply that has delivered them to our dinner tables has rendered them into mere objects for consumption (it has reified them) by polluting the world with its carbon foot print as it couriers otherwise nutritious sustenance to consumers.

Marx would have called this “estrangement” (or “alienation” is some circles of Marxist parlance). There are very few among us who have any direct contact with the origins of the foods with which we nourish ourselves. As for Marx’s worker, food as become a mere object for us, even though it is the very substance that gives us life:

    The more the worker by his labor appropriates the external world, sensuous nature, the more he deprives himself of the means of life in two respects: first, in that the sensuous external world more and more ceases to be an object belonging to his labor — to be his labor’s means of life; and, second, in that it more and more ceases to be a means of life in the immediate sense, means for the physical subsistence of the worker.

From his jail cell, as he witnessed Mussolini and the fascists industrialize Italy (“the trains ran on time,” etc.) and promote an exodus from the countryside and a migration to the great urban centers (because they needed humanpower to populate the factories), Gramsci distilled Marx’s estrangement into his notion of the cultural hegemony, whereby the capitalist cultural model drives humanity to negate its humanness.

Pasolini took this notion a step further, I believe, when he wrote of the bourgeoisie’s “fear of naturalism” and the “natural being.” As he witnessed Italy’s youth embrace the materialism and aesthetic models of middle-class America (in part thanks to the Marshall Plan and in part thanks to the emergence — for the first time — of globalized media), abandoning the values of the generation who had come before them, he recognized that this was a result of consumerism’s revulsion toward the natural being and the natural world (this theme pervades Pasolini’s work, from his early Friulian poetry to his last films; Pasolini was born in 1922, the year Mussolini marched on Rome and rose to power, and he was assassinated by a Roman prostitute in 1975, at the peak of the Christian Democrats’ hold on power and the hegemony of its capitalist model, both economic and ethical).

Now, more than ever, I am convinced that food and wine writing represents can represent, however powerless, a subversion of the hegemony of consumerism in the world today. Whether we take joy in reading or writing about a farmer who casts off chemicals to grow grapes and shuns industrial yeast to make wines that “taste of place,” we are subconsciously repelling the yoke of consumerism as we attempt, however unaware, to recoup, recuperate, and recover the humanness that has been negated by the human condition in the industrialized and globalized world.

Food and wine and food and wine writing offer us a historically unique confluence of the objectification of the sensuous natural world and the means for living. Unlike the natural substances transformed by Marx’s worker as she/he worked in a pre-world-war factory (like iron used to build arms, for example), food and wine as Marxist objects in today’s world are at once the transformed object and a source of nourishment. As such, it gives us a historically unique opportunity to express our humanity through its exegesis (and in many cases, its worship and fetishization).

This is the reason why I continue to post here on my blog and this is the reason — I hope — why you’re reading. Thanks for making it this far into the post.

And buona domenica

Tracie P’s King Ranch Chicken recipe (from MyRecipes)

A lot of folks have been asking (here and on the Facebook) for Tracie P’s King Ranch Chicken recipe.

Here it is…

Man, I wish I could invite everyone over to taste how good it was and how well it paired with the Jura!

Buon appetito!

King Ranch Chicken and Jura

If some of yall never been down South too much,
I’m gonna tell you a little bit about this,
So that you’ll understand
What I’m talking about
Down there we have a casserole called King Ranch Chicken…

Posted today over at the Houston Press on a wonderful pairing of Tracie P’s off-the-charts good King Ranch Chicken, which she made a few nights before I left for Italy, and a bottle of Montbourgeau Savagnin.

Man, it’s good to be back home in Texas… :)

Eric the Red, I’ve got the Pearl beer on ice waiting for you…

(Who gets the song reference?)

Daybreak in New Jersey and a lonely saxophone…

Like a whole lot of likewise very unhappy people, I was stranded at Newark Airport in New Jersey last night (after a thunder storm had shut the place down and we all missed our connections).

With so many shipwrecked travelers, there were no hotel rooms to be found anywhere in the vicinity. But the nice folks at the Hilton Woodbridge in Iselin, NJ had a room and a beer for me when I finally made it down there (yeah, I had to go THAT far to find a room).

Especially now, it’s so tough to be away from Tracie P and adding yet another night to our separation, New Jersey was not where I wanted to be.

As we say to each other when shit like this happens, mwah… actually, MWAH!!!

My 6 a.m. ride back to the airport was ushered by the New Jersey sunrise and a lonely saxophone (above). Man, am I glad to “go home with the armadillo,” as we like to say in Texas. Wish me luck… because at this point, it couldn’t get any worse! I feel just like that saxophone playing over the Hilton’s speakers…

Eggplant lasagne with 3-tomato sauce

Last night, this dish at the famous Al Fornello da Ricci blew my mind: baked and fried eggplant layered with lasagne and drowned in a tomato sauce made from ciliegino, ramato, and macone tomatoes (I’d never heard of the latter and I’m guessing that it’s a local cultivar).

Amazing… Much more to tell about last night but now off to Ostuni — the “white city” for some sightseeing before tonight’s conference (where I’ll be speaking as well).

Thanks to our sommeliers (219 wines tasted!)

These nice gentlemen did a truly superb job serving our “jury” the 219 competing wines we tasted for the Radici Wines festival over the last three days.

They’re all locally based professional sommeliers except for one…

Paolo Patruno (above) is a doctor and a local winemaker. He is one of the many layperson sommeliers who has achieved his certification through the Apulia chapter of the Italian Sommelier Association.

His service was impeccable and he and I talked about a wide range of topics after each session — from my Eastern European origins to his residency at a hospital in Israel (where he treated wounded Israeli soldiers among his patients), from the historic immigration crisis in Albania (across the sea from Apulia) to the current African migration, from the recent changes in the Primitivo di Manduria DOC to Apulian traditions of hospitality.

It’s my favorite thing about what I do for a living: meeting new people and learning about their lives through and in wine.

Our jury included writers and wine experts from America, England, Poland, France, and Italy.

Jancis (center) was our presidentessa (she is super cool!) and it was thrilling to taste and share impressions with so many interesting wine personalities.

Classic homey orecchiette and Sassicaia’s new enologist

You really can’t eat too many orecchiette, can you? I LOVED the classic, homey orecchiette they served us last night at the beautiful Vallone winery after we tasted a vertical of Graticiaia — the Amarone-style Negroamaro that many Apulians call “the greatest wine” from their region. The hand-rolled dumplings were dressed with a fresh tomato sauce and freshly grated ricotta salata. Delicious…

The Castello di Serranova — home to the Vallone winery and a vibrant “living” castle — was in full bloom. Gorgeous.

It was fascinating to talk with Vallone enologist Graziana Grassini (above, second from left, photo by Jedi wine blogger Ryan) who is now — news to me — the enologist at Sassicaia (since last year). She was mentored by Giacomo Tachis and I was riveted by her anecdotes about him (more on that later).

Not much time for blogging today: we tasted 60 competing wines this morning and we have another 40 to taste this afternoon before we head out to dinner this afternoon…

Stay tuned!

Judging southern Italian wines

This morning we began tasting and scoring wines in the competitive sessions of the Radici Wines festival. We have to blind taste more than 200 labels between today and Wednesday, when the winners will be announced. All of the wines are made from indigenous grape varieties from Southern Italy.

They’ve gathered a remarkable group of judges for the media jury — Italian and international (there’s also an Italian restaurant and wine professional jury). This morning I was seated next to Jancis Robinson (she’s “number 1” and I’m “number 2”; how cool is that???!!!). That’s Franco Ziliani center addressing the “jury” and our excellent interpreter, Marilena Balletta, who’s been doing a great job interpreting for the solely English speakers of our group (as a veteran interpreter at events like this, I can’t say that I envy her!).

It’s been great to rub shoulders with über-cool wine blogger Ryan Opaz (in the foreground, sitting to my right, “number 3”).

And I’ve also had a lot of fun horsing around with Jo Cooke, David Berry Green, and Kyle Philips. And I’ve also been enjoying sharing thoughts on Marxist ideology and Latin epithets with Maurzio Gily.

The Borgo Egnazia resort where we’re staying is pretty incredible but so far we haven’t had much time to enjoy it…

And as Alfonso can imagine, there’s no internet in the rooms…

But, honestly, life could be worse… :-)

Waiter, waiter! There’s a worm in my chive flower! FANTASTIC cavatelli with mussels and chickpeas

My dining companions were more alarmed by the worm in my chive flower than was I. The flower and worm arrived atop a truly fantastic dish of cavatelli with mussels and chickpeas at the Borgo Egnazia, a fancy schmancy resort on the eastern coast of Apulia where we’re staying for the judging.

This was probably my favorite dish so far on this trip. I viewed the worm as a sign of nature and, frankly, I probably would have eaten it in the spirit of experiencing the terroir. But the however sweet lady seated to my right was thoroughly dismayed by its appearance and it was subsequently whisked away after being betrayed by her moan.

I also really loved the chef’s pistachio ice cream drizzled with extra-virgin olive oil.