Let me tell you a story

It is not the most beautiful one I have told, not the most inspiring, not the most moving to the listener but it did take place in front of my eyes. Because of what I saw, what I wanted, what I did, and what I tasted, it is a story. Man is not propelled by… Continue reading Let me tell you a story

The gustatory joys of separatism

Not that I am against alchemy but repeatedly I am keen on enjoying some ingredients in particular for what they are, independent of the wonderful ideas of infusing them with others. The taste and texture of broccoli, of a potato, of an onion, of garlic… in this case accompanied by some lamb.