VOL I: DEATH TO FALSE FOOD
RAVENOUS IS A WAY OF LIFE. IT'S FOR THOSE OF US WHO ARE CONSTANTLY HUNGRY, WANTING TO DO, SEE, FEEL, MAKE AS MUCH AS WE CAN IN OUR LIVES. ROLL UP OUR SLEEVES AND ATTACK, DEVOUR LIFE, NEVER LETTING IT PASS US BY. THERE IS NO SPACE FOR BOREDOM, OR THE SAFE, THE EXPECTED, THE BEIGE, THE CHICKEN BREAST. WE WANT IT HEAVY, WE WANT IT LOUD, Raw, visceral. THE BLACKEST OF BLACK, THE FASTEST AND THE HARDEST. AT ITS CORE RAVENOUS IS A FOOD ZINE. YES, A PHYSICAL, LIMITED-RUN-OF-666-COPIES ZINE. IT'S A PLACE FOR THE INTERESTING AND BIZARRE, THE RADICAL, BRUTAL, WEIRD. IT IS A PLACE FOR COLLABORATORS WHO WORK OUTSIDE OF THE NORM TO SHARE FOOD-RELATED EXTREMES. IT IS THE HEAVY METAL OF FOOD.
Ravenous zine is about reconnecting to the visceral brutality that is inherent in gathering and preparing food.
THE FIRST FRUITION OF THE IDEA THAT SPAWNED RAVENOUS WAS MY ANXIOUS ENERGY AFTER WATCHING THE FOOD NETWORK ON A FLIGHT TO AUSTIN. I SAW THIS SHOW BASED ON a food blogger who calls herself "THE PIONEER WOMAN." I was intrigued because we rarely see the tactile ingenuity connotated in the word pioneer AND the feminine together in mainstream media. So I watched on, excited to see this mythical pioneer woman, who might chop her own firewood or prepare her own meat from a recently hunted animal. I was sorely mistaken. What I saw instead was the epitome of commercial filth. A churchgoing mom with caked on makeup and a brand new dodge truck with a god fearing husband and family in a grossly sprawling house. The antithesis of what the pioneers represented.
and GUESS WHAT NEW AND INTERESTING FOOD SHE WAS SHOWING AMERICA TO MAKE? FUCKING CHICKEN FINGERS. FUCKING CHICKEN FINGERS. OH AND SHE EVEN MADE HER OWN "HOMEMADE" HONEY MUSTARD. FIRST SHE TOOK THE HONEY THEN SHE MIXED IT WITH THE MUSTARD! WHAT A FUN WEEKNIGHT TREAT! THEN A FEW WEEKS LATER I WAS IN SAN FRANCISCO EATING AT A BURMESE RESTAURANT AND WHILE WE WERE ENJOYING THE DELICIOUS FOOD, WE HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF SITTING NEXT TO A LOUD, WHINY GIRLFRIEND WHO DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING SPICY!
iF YOU CAN'T FEEL THE FRUSTRATION IN THAT LAST PART, THIS ZINE IS NOT FOR YOU. IT'S FOR THOSE OF US WHO ARE NOT SATISFIED WITH THE COMPLACENcy THAT refuses to ACKNOWLEDGE THAT OUR FOOD SYSTEM IN BROKEN, and THE WORLD as we know it IS ABOUT TO END IF WE KEEP SUPPORTING AGRIBUSINESS AS IS. BY BUYING THE SAME FUCKING 5 INGREDIENTS EVERY TIME WE SHOP AT THE STORE, WE ARE DOOMED.
SO THIS ISSUE IS CALLED DEATH TO FALSE FOOD. IT'S CENTERED AROUND THE CONCEPT THAT WE AS A COLLECTIVE SOCIETY HAVE SO MANY HUNDREDS AND THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF CULTURAL HISTORY ASSOCIATED WITH FOOD AND WE NEED TO BRANCH THE FUCK OUT AND REVISIT THAT. RIGHT NOW IS A TIME THAT THE AMERICAN PALATE IS EXPANDING MORE RAPIDLY THAN EVER BEFORE AND THAT RULES! LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THAT which MAKES US UNCOMFORTABLE, THE EXTREME, THE BEAUTIFUL, AND THE TRUE.
IN THIS ISSUE WE'LL HAVE AN EXPLORATION ON ALL THINGS ACID, SOME RECIPES, SOME COOL PHOTOS HERE AND THERE, AN INVESTIGATION INTO ONE OF MY FAVORITE FOOD-RELATED RECORD CENTERFOLDS EVER, SOME THEORY, SOME SCIENCE, SOME ART, AND a little bit of SATANIC SHIT for good measure. IT'S GONNA BE A WILD RIDE MY FRIENDS.