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…

Childhood outside the box

Somewhat obscure, cloudy, is the childhood memory of a sweet dish which was always served in accompaniment, never as a piece for focus. The inner skin of grapefruits (oranges or limes, too) would be cocked for hours with spices and sugar, until it became syrup. Another memory is of a more common, children’s joy, namely,… Continue reading Childhood outside the box

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