The life and death of Homaro Cantu, the genius chef who wanted to change the world
The long read: How a homeless child grew up to become the most inventive cook in history
Between 2004 and 2016, the most inventive food on countries around the world, maybe in history, came out of a small eatery in downtown Chicago. At Moto, your first course was your menu itself, which was typically printed in edible ink on a giant tortilla chip. When you finished your menu, you would be handed what looked like a Polaroid of a maki roll. The photograph was made of rice newspaper and coated in a dust of nori seaweed and soy sauce. It tasted the only way it could: like sesame, avocado, cucumber and crab sticks.
Next to emerge would be a tumbler containing butter-poached lobster tail resting on a spoonful, with creme fraiche, trout roe and carbonated grapes that would fizz in your mouth like soda. After that, a plate apparently splattered with roadkill would arrive. If you balked at the sight of the gore and intestines, that was just what the chefs wanted. The dish was designed to look repulsive but savour delicious. The gristle was made from confit duck and the blood from juniper berry sauce. Thank God for that .
You were being pushed and pulled about. Your ice-cream would be piping hot; your caramel apple would be made from pork belly; your table candle would be poured all over your clam cook. You were eating the food of chef Homaro Cantu and normal rules no longer applied.
Cantu wanted to change what it meant to go to a eatery- to reimagine how you were served, how you interacted with food, what could and could not be eaten.” I want to construct food float ,” Cantu told the New York Times in 2005.” I want to make it disappear, I want to make it reappear, I want to make the utensils edible, I want to stimulate the plates, the table, the chairs, edible .” A big photograph of Salvador Dali hung over the stairwell resulting down to Moto’s basement kitchen. Printed on it was a quote:” The only difference between a madman and me is that I am not mad .”
Since its birth in the late 19 th century, haute cuisine has had little impact on what most of countries around the world eats. The greatest advances in cook and savour scarcely trickle out from the 40 -seat dining room of the world’s top eateries, let alone make an impact upon the human relationship with food. Ferran Adria’s El Bulli, one of the most acclaimed eateries ever, once boasted 2m reservation requests a year, with a waiting list of 3,000 people per seat. But the cacophony of powders, foams and tinctures that issued from his Catalan kitchen were enjoyed by no more than 100,000 people before the restaurant closed in 2011.
By contrast, Cantu’s project was about more than elevating haute cuisine to ever-higher levels or garnering Michelin stars( though he did win one, in 2012 ). His ambitions extended far beyond the walls of his restaurant: he wanted to eradicate hunger, eradicate illness such as type 2 diabetes and save the planet. He was a compulsive inventor, dreaming up new technologies as well as new dishes. One of his big ideas was to eliminate cardboard and plastic packaging for juice drinks by blasting fruit with an ultrasonic wave generator. By bursting a fruit’s cells while keeping its scalp intact, he hoped it might be possible for people to drink an orange, tell, like a coconut. Another of his creations was a transparent polymer oven( US patent no 11118955) that could cook with minimal power by trapping hot. Cantu believed this oven had the potential to reduce energy consumption and enable people to cook in areas with restricted power supplies.
” He merely disgorges inventions ,” Cantu’s patent lawyer, Chuck Valauskas, once said. By 2016, Cantu and his companies had at least four notion patents, with scores more in the works, tucked away somewhere in his garage or kitchen lab. Portion of what induced these inventions so remarkable was that Cantu was a self-taught high-school dropout. He learned much of what he knew by tinkering tirelessly in the kitchen and reading voraciously when off-duty, sleeping only three or four hours a night( something he put down to lack of oversight as a child ).
Many of Cantu’s ideas were quixotic at best, or beset by problems that entail they eventually ended up discarded. But others were potentially transformative.” Nobody understood how influential, or how radical, or how far out there the stuff we were doing was ,” one of Moto’s former cooks de cuisine, Richie Farina, told me. Since Moto closed, several of Cantu’s biggest notions, and much of his experimental ethos, have moved to Silicon Valley, where Farina and six of Cantu’s former faculty, backed by the strength of California capital, are developing vegetarian replications of meat and eggs, so that animals can be removed from the human diet.
Cantu himself is not around to lead the projects he inspired. In April 2015, six months after submitting the first draft of Moto: the Cookbook, he killed himself. He was just 38. The book he left behind is perhaps the fullest expres of his philosophy. Characteristically, Cantu wanted to create something new- a cookbook that would include 100 stop-motion recipe videos. Each of these recipes would have a code you could scan with your telephone: once you scanned it, a stop-motion video would appear, demonstrating the dish being assembled.” A eatery cookbook, typically, is just a faded memory of something that once was ,” the book’s editor, Michael Szczerban, told me.” It kills the butterfly and mounts it. He wanted a book that wasn’t fossilised, and still lived .”
Although Cantu is gone, the revolution he began endures. Since his death, his ideas have become increasingly influential and if his proteges in Silicon Valley succeed, then Cantu might one day be known as the cook who helped change the style we all eat.
Cantu, known to his friends as Omar, often said that his desire to do something revolutionary with food received from growing up poor. Born in 1976 and raised mostly in Portland, Oregon, he was a quiet child who floated between apartments and homeless shelters with his sister and mom, who was often absent.” I don’t know if she was working or doing medications. I was too young and naive to tell ,” Cantu wrote many years later in a Facebook post describing the beatings and abuse he received as a young son.” Our neighborhood was filled with gangs, medications and violence ,” he wrote.” As long as I didn’t get into fights, my teacher could give a shit why I came to school in tears .” Cantu’s widow, Katie McGowan, with whom he had two daughters, told me that her husband hoped to” use his platform for social change” and eradicate the hunger and agony that he had experienced in his childhood.
When he was 11, Cantu moved to the Bay Area to live with his father, who stimulated him pay rent to sleep in an outhouse on his small property. His first chore, when he was about 13- he had to lie about his age to get it- was in a fried-chicken shack.” The food was awful ,” he wrote, but he was enraptured by the restaurant’s tandoor. It was cooking at its most elemental, with the chef as nothing more than the mediator between food and fire.
He also ran as a floor-sweeper at his father’s workplace, a factory that developed high-tech portions for the aerospace and defense company Lockheed Martin. At his chores he” watched and learned between the cooking and the machinery”, assimilating lessons about craft, precision, and mechanics, Cantu said in an interview in 2011. He would often talk about how, as a kid, he had taken apart and rebuilt his father’s lawnmower to understand how a combustion engine functioned.
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