{"id":2302,"date":"2013-03-16T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-15T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/35.224.237.165\/index.php\/2019\/02\/25\/i-didnt-know-what-i-really-wanted-until-chef-brent-made-those-fruit-sculptures\/"},"modified":"2019-02-26T05:00:19","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T22:00:19","slug":"i-didnt-know-what-i-really-wanted-until-chef-brent-made-those-fruit-sculptures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/2013\/03\/16\/i-didnt-know-what-i-really-wanted-until-chef-brent-made-those-fruit-sculptures\/","title":{"rendered":"I Didn\u2019t Know What I Really Wanted Until Chef Brent Made Those Fruit Sculptures"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src=\"\" alt=\" \" \/><\/p>\n<h6>By <a href=\"\/search?author=Woodlawn Resident\">Woodlawn Resident<\/a><\/h6>\n<h6>April 27, 2013<\/h6>\n<p>I\u2019ve been expressing strong desires for a number of things recently. I said I\u2019d like the University to acquire and develop less than one hundred percent of the real estate south of 43rd Street. I said I\u2019d like a trauma center to prevent my death from wounds I sustain as a result of my regular life. I said I wanted a beautiful sculpture of a swan, made of melons and strawberries. Actually, I didn\u2019t say that, because I didn\u2019t know that was what I wanted, and everything I wanted, until Chef Brent gave it to me. <\/p>\n<p>Chef Brent didn\u2019t ask me what I wanted. The University probably did in some public forum, but it knew I didn\u2019t really want what I said I wanted. What I wanted was what I needed, and I needed a beak made of a banana on top of a goose with melon wings and a lettuce bed. He sleeps in his little lettuce bed, closing his little eyes, which are grapes. It\u2019s the answer to the prayers I didn\u2019t know I could pray. <\/p>\n<p>I expected that the millions of dollars in research funding the Crime Lab and the Lab School would produce the object of my desire, a cure for the systemic discrimination and intergenerational poverty which plagues my neighborhood. But that was not the object of my desire, a fact that wasn\u2019t apparent to me until the lustrous plumage made of oranges spilled off the the fruit duck\u2019s back into a pond of cherries and cherry stems. What is the object of my desire? It isn\u2019t Chef Brent, but it is related to him. It\u2019s his creation, the sculpture so perishable it could disappear within the fortnight, a rotted remains of so pure a masterwork.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Woodlawn Resident April 27, 2013 I\u2019ve been expressing strong desires for a number of things recently. I said I\u2019d like the University to acquire and develop less than one hundred percent of the real estate south of 43rd Street. I said I\u2019d like a trauma center to prevent my death from wounds I sustain as a result of my regular life. I said I wanted a beautiful sculpture of a swan, made of melons and strawberries. Actually, I didn\u2019t say that, because I didn\u2019t know that was what I wanted, and everything I wanted, until Chef Brent gave it to me. Chef Brent didn\u2019t ask me what I wanted. The University probably did in some public forum, but it knew I didn\u2019t really want what I said I wanted. What I wanted was what I needed, and I needed a beak made of a banana on top of a goose with melon wings and a lettuce bed. He sleeps in his little lettuce bed, closing his little eyes, which are grapes. It\u2019s the answer to the prayers I didn\u2019t know I could pray. I expected that the millions of dollars in research funding the Crime Lab and the Lab School would produce the object of my desire, a cure for the systemic discrimination and intergenerational poverty which plagues my neighborhood. But that was not the object of my desire, a fact that wasn\u2019t apparent to me until the lustrous plumage made of oranges spilled off the the fruit duck\u2019s back into a pond of cherries and cherry stems. What is the object of my desire? It isn\u2019t Chef Brent, but it is related to him. It\u2019s his creation, the sculpture so perishable it could disappear within the fortnight, a rotted remains of so pure a masterwork.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2302"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2302"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3335,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2302\/revisions\/3335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}