Reviving my orange risotto

Where does a music composition come from? If one answers with a simple and logical “inspiration”, where is it stored in its uninspiring state? Where does an idea come from, outside of the realm of necessities? Where is the revelation coming from that brings orange hues together? I do not know, generally. Could it be… Continue reading Reviving my orange risotto

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.

Humble Magnificence

Three moments I recall as experiences of highest pleasure for my palate. While vacationing in Tenerife around the mid 1990’s, I ordered a simple salad to accompany a goat dish. Around 2012, it was a rack of lamb, preceded by mozzarella and tomatoes. In 2014, I smoked a Cuaba Salomones in Tokyo. That goat, those… Continue reading Humble Magnificence