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.

Looking over to the corner with fresh rosemary needles, water boiling, and garlic seeming right — as medicine, and as joy to the palate

— the pestle in the mortar created this dense paste which later dissolved in a small bath of fine olive oil, before the nine minutes expired for the spaghetti, and just before being wrapped in taste and aroma…

On a somewhat guacamole way

In given amounts and ratio, ingredients will yield culturally expected results. And yet, they remain their own essence, and a greatness in food and the palate experience is that a culture may dictate on a certain dish, and the individual may be a scientific or creative visionary but each ingredient its independent dimension. Tomato, avocado,… Continue reading On a somewhat guacamole way