‘Muesli-eating Guardian readers’ – this is how the leader of Liberal Democrats Tim Farron called a certain group of people among British publics. Middle class? Urbanites? Is eating muesli a new social stigma that we all missed learning about?
Put down this spoon and stop pouring milk over your oats and raisins. Let’s investigate.
Emmanuelle Macron is baking macarons!.. Sorry, not particularly true, but I could not but indulge myself in this glorious pun. However, it is almost reality. The French presidential candidate went to the patisserie school’s class on eclairs and other airy concoctions of the French bakers. The energetic politician did not pretend to excel in baking, but definitely showed a good taste for upscale desserts.
Wait, who cares for the food visits of a presidential candidate – aren’t they a boring routine of a campaign? Believe me, the right bites matter and can win you the election. Why is it so embedded in the French political tradition that you MUST visit the butchers to impress voters?..
Eat your way to The Élysée Palace
This weekend Emmanuel Macron raised (the nutritional value of) his game and went to the butcher’s pavilion at the Rungis food market in Paris.
The Guardian notes that is a typical move for a French politician – reaching out to the butchers, farmers and hardworking market vendors is a must-do of a campaign. Why so? Waking up at the dawn to salute the meat sellers at 6am is a sign of appreciation of good work and tradition.
As Macron was saying, many of these people had been selling meat to the people of France for 20-30 years – and perhaps even generations of their fathers had been doing the same before. A good steak, a bottle of noble wine and a fine eclair at the end of the meal – this is how food preferences of Emmanuel Macron reflect his “centre” position in politics. He is not left enough to praise a plain baguette with vin du table and not too right to cling to the escargot with Pomerol.
Bite the batty!
Do you remember the last time that a wrong meal cost a career to the politician? Exactly, the unfortunate Ed Miliband and his bacon batty malfunction. The UK Labour party member went to the ‘people’s market’ in the wee small hours of the morning on the 21st of May 2014 to sink his teeth into the bacon sandwich, the staple of the working class diet.
The chewy number, though, resisted the attack – and the newspapers indulged in the embarrassing photos of the Labour leader struggling with the laid back snack. Is it not that the more sophisticated delicacies are easier to eat – it is just the bad coincidence that the bacon sarnie and the Labour politician did not click. The misbalance of a person and food led to the rising number of unconvinced voters.
There will be (no) blood
There is a gossip that the US president Donald Trump is a big fan of McDonald’s and steakhouses. When he goes to the latest, he orders his steak… well-done, which makes the hearts of the meatlovers sink. As Antoine Bourden mentioned in his memoirs, chefs throw the worst pieces of meat on the grill for those “well-done” ignoranti. The overfrying of a steak kicks out all the juice and flavour – hence, who would trust a nuanced decision to a man who does not know his steak?
As our little foodie political investigation reveals, the food choices mean a lot to the reputation of political leaders. Not only these gentlemen and ladies in power have to eat well – they also need to communicate what and why they eat to us, people. Down to earth, loyal to your plate, true to your country.
What a marvellous revelation – after having browsed Deliciously Ella’s Instagram for 15 minutes, I feel totally insecure about my choice of butter (peanut, cashew, quinoa-infused lavender virgin seeds?), eating habits in general and the avoidance of dungaree in the past. If Ella says so, all of the things that appear in her blog should be 100% organically awesome. As the modern king Midas whose touch turns everything into kale, Ella knows her unapologetic promotional skills.
But not until I discover the blog of the purely delightful Deliciously Stella that I feel alive again. A parody account that satirically overturns all the sound and fury of Ella’s elf-esque assertions, it is genuine and makes you laugh into stitches. This is the video each of us, little insecure urbanites, should watch every now and then to shake off the doubts about the food we put into our mouth.