{"id":6690,"date":"2014-02-02T13:12:56","date_gmt":"2014-02-02T19:12:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=6690"},"modified":"2014-02-02T13:14:42","modified_gmt":"2014-02-02T19:14:42","slug":"food-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/food\/food-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Food words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/theogeo\/12222944886\/\" title=\"_MG_7925 by theogeo, on Flickr\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7332\/12222944886_e0f42ae29f_z.jpg\" width=\"600\" alt=\"_MG_7925\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Wednesday night a group of us from work went to the first of two Nashville Nights events hosted by <a href=\"http:\/\/12thandbroad.com\/\">12th and Broad<\/a>, a newish group in town seeking to bring together local creative types for events and collaborations that celebrate Nashville. <\/p>\n<p>The Nashville Nights event was a two-night celebration of food writing, held at Arnold&#8217;s (where I&#8217;ve still never been for lunch). We listened to some local writers read excerpts of top-notch food writing while sampling some of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.viveksepicureanadventures.com\/\">Vivek Surti<\/a>&#8216;s cuisine, which was a delicious mashup of Indian and Southern flavors. Some nice young man handed me a bourbon cocktail that was tasty, and there was a plate of salted ham and some tiny unleavened biscuits to snack on, and some sort of lemony chess pie got involved there at the end. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/theogeo\/12222361915\/\" title=\"_MG_7928 by theogeo, on Flickr\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7353\/12222361915_65f0620c83_n.jpg\" width=\"300\" alt=\"_MG_7928\"><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/theogeo\/12222767994\/\" title=\"_MG_7932 by theogeo, on Flickr\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3756\/12222767994_a9efcf9c53_n.jpg\" width=\"270\" alt=\"_MG_7932\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Our hosts prompted us during the dinner to think about what emotions and memories the flavors and dishes evoked, and to write that stuff down and share it. It got a little easier to write as the bourbon disappeared, but I still wasn&#8217;t up to sharing anything. I feel rusty as a writer, and way too self-conscious in general. (I thought that would go away in my 30s. What gives?!)<\/p>\n<p>We were asked to write a six-word story about a memory of Brussels sprouts. Here&#8217;s mine:<\/p>\n<p><i>Wouldn&#8217;t eat them. Got spanking. Barfed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>It occurred to me later that that&#8217;s actually not entirely true. My faulty bourbon-addled memory got the events out of order. What really happened is more like <i>Choked them down. Barfed. Got spanking.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Speaking of bourbon, we were supposed to write a little about an experience with bourbon we&#8217;d had over the years. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that most of my experiences with bourbon ended in ways that I couldn&#8217;t write about in front of strangers and co-workers. Bourbon, in my life, has traditionally led to questionable decisions. <i>Everything I write about bourbon turns into smut.<\/i> <\/p>\n<p>We were then asked to come up with a metaphor for the pie. It was a bright pie, with hints of ginger and lemon. I&#8217;m normally not all that into pie, but I decided it was <i>a little lick of sunshine<\/i>. <\/p>\n<p>It was a fun few hours and got me out of my comfort zone in lots of different ways. Looking forward to the next event! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday night a group of us from work went to the first of two Nashville Nights events hosted by 12th and Broad, a newish group in town seeking to bring together local creative types for events and collaborations that celebrate Nashville. The Nashville Nights event was a two-night celebration of food writing, held at Arnold&#8217;s (where I&#8217;ve still never been for lunch). 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