Repercussions of the first coffee, onto the second

Some essence of the last sip of my first coffee this morning, awoke a desire for something. That something I looked for in making the next with two leaves — one of eucalyptus, one of bay.

Raw Beetroot on Risotto

It took decades to understand the beauty of a beetroot. I believe not to be the only person to have been perverted by being exposed to this root in its cooked, or preserved state, rather than knowing it as a raw ingredient, intaking it for its vibrance, rich taste, and intense hue. Today it occurred… Continue reading Raw Beetroot on Risotto