From the Futurist 's Cookbook by Marinetti

[smokingboot]

"The diner is served from the right with a plate containing some black olives, fennel hearts and kumquats. From the left he is served with a rectangle made of sandpaper, silk and velvet.

The foods must be carried directly to the mouth with the right hand while the left hand lightly and repeatedly strokes the tactile rectangle.

In the meantime the waiter sprays the napes of the diners' necks with a conprofumo of carnations while from the kitchen comes contemporaneously a violent conrumore of an aeroplane motor and some dismusica by Bach."

What is a conrumore?

I would love to go to a futurist restaurant. In fact, I would like to go anywhere that saves me from this very peculiar soup I have just made.

Must stop staring at text. Am losing mind.

Comments

[larians.livejournal.com]

Oh dear god, not the gravy again.......

For the record, I would hate to go to such a restaurant!

Too late...

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

I've booked the table now. Where's your sense of adventure?

[oldnick.livejournal.com]

A quick bit of googling gives one reference to conrumoure - a plug for a book on futurist cooking with the quotation you posted above.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I bought the book years ago for my brother, and thought it was out of print - found the quote online but not the reference to 'conrumoure.' My favourite recipe was one of balloons injected with acacia essence while waiters performed some kind of line dance, but I just can't find it anywhere.