Culinaire l'Evrope: November

Bread and body. Born in ash, on stone. Bread is older than writing. Its names were the first words etched into clay tablets, in extinct languages. One part of its past remained in the ruins. Its history is spread out among many nations. “What is a poem?”, asks poet Milan Rúfus and answers: To place it on the table as clear as bread or water. Or between two fingers of salt. That is a poem.

But where does this source of bliss come from, which flame touched it, in what embers did it amalgamate, from which ashes was it born – the panegyric egg, the bela čorba, the jota, the truffle, the sugo …

With readings by Norman Hacker, Lilith Hässle, Music by Duo Sonoma, Mira und Sara Gregorič.

In cooperation with Gastgewerbefachschule der Wiener Gastwirte am Judenplatz (GAFA)
 

Mit kind support from Vöslauer and Ottakringer