I have eaten with Presidents (of Colleges and Universities), shared food with CEOs, and broken bread at the tables of some of the fanciest restaurants in the world, but never have I been so nervous, so conscious and aware of my movements than today when I had tea with an even bigger foodie than I. This woman, this matriarch of food studies here at Davidson College, has been immersed in food studies for more decades that I have been alive. During our first day of class I mused, “Do you know the origins of Thanksgiving?” Humble as always, she shared that the national day of feasting in fact has nothing to do with Pilgrims or Indians, but rather began after the Civil War in hopes to inspire a sense of nationalism within our war-torn county. While factoids like this make great cocktail talk, this independent study is an investigation into the foundations of food literature. Of course, we began with Proust’s passage on the power of the petite madeleine cookie. As any good foodie would do, our professor brought these scalloped bits of heaven for us to experience.
The class is small, just two of us and the Goddess of Food. We sat around an antique wooden table as literally hundreds of books were piled around of us – all about food, I liked to imagine. As my hand was shaking from tilting the too-heavy tea kettle, I realized just how nervous I was. I don’t like hot drinks due to deep seeded fear of being scalded, but, I yearned to have a transformative experience like Proust…knowing full well that I have never had a petite madeleine cookie in my life; so, double dipping would not recollect a world-full of memories for me.
Nevertheless, I had a first impression to make and I wanted it to be a damn good one! In the foodie world, dressed is what is done to a salad; I was eating to impress. I looked to my classmate; she had already downed her tea! Eating is so personal, so primal, but simultaneously it is a gateway into another’s soul. I was looking to her for direction, for help, but I was also aware of being compared to her. Meanwhile, I was still way too scared to even touch my tea for fear of searing off my taste buds! On the rare occasion that I had drunk tea to soothe a sore throat, I was in the privacy of my own home so I could slurp with a spoon. Not this time, so questions flooded my head. What do I do with the honey? Stir it in? What do I do with the tea bag? Will it stain the table if I take it out? Could, I too, dip my madeleine cookie in my tea, or was I not French enough?
All of these questions, fears, and worries were quickly pushed out of my mind after one bite of a tea-soaked petite madeleine. The cookie was airy, but chewy. It was light, not nearly as sweet as frosting or ice cream or even a chocolate chip cookie. In fact, I did not feel sick after my third one. It was hardly a cookie; it was more like a cupcake or cake. And this was hardly an interview but rather another example of food’s power to transform strangers into friends. While I did not suddenly feel extraordinary changes, I did feel as if I had entered into an exclusive circle of true foodies – Professor and Proust.
Inspired by a selection from The Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust.