Theodor di Ricco
Why I ate England
Plumpton
Oktober 2018
Eat England, eat the rich, eat the vegans, eat, eat, eat …
Eating at the world’s table at the destruction of it’s kitchens and still not satisfied. The gluttony is tyrannical. What about those spices of harmony, peace and a big dash of integration.
It is important that at every dinner table to have a healthy stock of diners. The conversations remain lively and interesting. In contrast to a remote local eatery where the atmosphere is morbid and the diners look the same. Begetting such a imbrued table is spooky.
In short, the Brexit-Diet is pretty disgusting. England has been checker picking at the best cherries for too long. The ten percent that control eighty percent of the capital in this country have eaten all the cherries on the table except two. Once done, they turn to you and say, „Watch out, that immigrant will steal you cherry.“
We are not going to sit at your table and watch them eat, with nothing on our plate, and call ourself diners. Sitting at the table doesn't make us diners, unless we eat some of what is on that plate.
Yet, the ingredients are rotten. If diners feel resigned, It is because the chefs were not listening. Have they forgotten what it means to be a cook. They are locked in a power struggle to get their five star B. Johnson rating by feeding the few with bounty and the rest with austerity.
Has it gotten any better? Not !
In West-Germany before the Berliner Wall came down, we called those living in Saxony, the Ahnungslos which means the Clueless.
Saxony was one of the states in East Germany or DDR that could not receive western radio or television. Hence they had no idea, were clueless and unsuspecting of the state.
Lacking divers opinions, the DDR was able to manipulated the Saxons. It is no surprise that the majority of DDR boarder guards were from Saxony. They were truely brainwashed and loyal to their country.
Go figure. Today Saxony, the state with the least ethnic diversity, is the won crying the loudest. They cried for an Alternative for Deutschland or AfD and got the right-wing party elected into their state parliament. They cried when they had to take in refugees … and demonstrated their hate in Chemnitz in August 2018.
By the way, let me put the record straight. Germany has a declining population of diners similar to other European countries. For decades, Germany has taken in at least a half a million or more consumers a year to keep the retirement fund solvent by maintaining consistent groups of diners. She has drawn on the European countries to keep the banquet room open for the past three decades but the harvest is over.
The recent influx has not made Germany a scarier place. The police statics have not shown a bump in crime because there are more hungry people. Germany kitchens have one of the lowest unemployment rates. Germany has a history of having to reset the table; after World War II, the fall of the Berlin Wall. Absolving one million new diners was not a big task.
Sitting next to the Saxons at the table are the Anglos.
In my wonton encounters with Anglos, I have detected their resignation at the current feast regarding Brexit. They give little grunts of displeasure, shake their head and decline to engage in a discussion as if they already know all sides of the debate.
The thing is … I don’t.
I see in their faces how they are trying to figure out the Brexit-Diet will change their lives. They have no idea what they will have to avoid and are clueless how they can effectively make it taste better. I sense they are really struggling to keep calm and to carry on.
I like to know what I am going to eat and with whom I will share my meal. The expectation makes the meal more enjoyable. This way I know what type of wine I bring to the table.
Do the English diners really want to return to the days of canned spaghetti and deep-fried lunchen meat?
Eating the same old thing without the flavors of the United Kingdom and continental Europe. No common wealth will be served. Going alone in the kitchen, trying to make themselves palatable again.
Why would any diner want to put themselves through this? So that they could stop the tide of European flavors? To barricade the kitchen door that took centuries to unlock and finally be removed ?
What am I not digesting correctly?
With this diet, does anyone expect the slosh to be served on the plate to be eaten? There are too many cooks for this Brexit-Diet to be satisfying; the choice of a London or a Derry , sauce, the ratification of the final menu by the English and European cooking establishments, the possibility of another referendum and the death of another chef.
There is also the threat that nothing is going to happen. The meal will take too long to prepare. Everyone wanted their say in the preparation. The meal was served with no love and in the end, everyone was so disgusted that they lost their appetite.
Leaving the table disgruntled, retiring to the sitting room, bewildered at what has occurred. Angry at the spoiled supper. The feeling of a lack of accomplishment and well-being. Blaming someone else for not taking control. Unsuspecting what will be next. Sorry for being sorry.
At meals where someone displayed ugly table manners, many of left the table. When there were two ugly diners. we left again, sometimes hungry. Yet each time there was and empty chair it was immediately replaced with another ugly diner.
We gourmands, appreciate the nuances in taste and texture, arriving at various descriptions of our meal.
We also love to have interesting people at the table. First we invite everyone and learn later that we should have not invited them in the first place It is because we not want to label. We gourmands do not call the kettle black, we call it metal, round and large.
I do not have ugly diners as friends. They are racists and I do not want them at my table. But there they are again, sitting across from me. I though I was over having to protest their presence.
This time it is time to call it out. Many racists do not even know that they are one. It is an attitude problem. Boris, Nigel, Dave, Theresa ... You are all ugly diners as well as all those who enjoy your company.
Now prove to me that you are not a racist or leave the table immediately!
