I do as I’m told, taking them to the dinner table.
“Olivia, don’t do that,” my mum scolds me.
“Your grandma always used to tell me off when I did that as a child.”
Sullenly, I put the chopsticks back down on the table.
Well, 10 year old me, you’re in for a treat.
Nour has been in development for a while.
Drop food haphazardly, set it on fire, make it start vibrating to a dance beat.
Absolutely not, I wouldn’t want to put this abomination near anyone’s mouth.
It’s an art form to be visually consumed.
The demo shows off a nice breadth of dishes to play with.
And then I set it on fire.
And swirled the noodles around and around in the soup.
And then I froze it.
It poured everywhere except into the bowl.
I can’t believe I managed to waste the world’s best condiment like that.
Maybe not a gourmet one, though.
