Lynn Sislo appears to have food on the brain today. First, she seems surprised that someone suggests putting sauerkraut in chili, but that’s nothing, really: when I went to college in Iowa, the local Pizza Hut offered kraut as a pizza topping. Ewwwww. (Strangely, while I don’t like sauerkraut itself and won’t eat it, I think that a nice piece of meat, like a beef roast or a nice thick section of Polish sausage, simmered until tender in a big pot of sauerkraut is just heavenly.)
More interestingly, Lynn solicits suggestions for musical food metaphors, taking this as a starting point:
If Johann Strauss II is the musical equivalent of whipped cream, Richard Strauss’s waltzes from the Rosenkavalier are whipped cream with a pound of sugar and half a dozen egg yolks.
Hmmmm…Strauss and whipped cream…never tried that before…hmmmmm….
OK, sorry about that. How about some other musical metaphors?
Mahler is a giant stack of buckwheat pancakes: wonderfully nourishing and filling, but he sits in your stomach forever.
Berlioz? He’s Chicago-style deep dish pizza: beloved by some, not understood by many.
I’d better give this up right now. Not only am I making myself hungry, but the whipped cream thing is…um, excuse me….
