It’s time to talk about deconstructed food. What started off as a quirky, intriguing trend has become downright puzzling. I won’t deny that it was quaint the first time my hot chocolate came in separate containers of milk, chocolate nibs and marshmallows. But when something like an omelette comes served in five separate elements – otherwise known as an English breakfast – I feel only befuddlement and frustration.
I have two main problems with deconstructed dishes. The first is that it forces me to put together my own meal, which seems counterproductive when I left the house precisely so that someone else would prepare me a meal. (The joy at being served a DIY meal decreases exponentially every year after the age of twelve.)
Secondly, let’s call a spade a spade (although, please don’t serve food in them): It’s not crème brûlée if it’s served in globules on a plate – that’s badly treated custard with some melted sugar – and it’s not a sandwich if the bread has no contact with any of its intended toppings. I need my expectations to be managed – if I ordered a beef Wellington, and the fillet is beside the pastry instead of wrapped inside it, I’m bound to get a little upset.
Are you similarly quick to rage? Allow these examples to stir you to righteous anger.
Oh, I’m so glad someone else is calling ‘deconstruction’ out! It’s boring and annoying, clearly some hipsters didn’t get a smack for playing with their food as kids. The deconstructed cheesecake is a just a disappointment!