Chocolate cakelets, macerated berries, cointreau creme fraiche cream, and heirloom flow blue china.
An edible art form, this. Also a journey into the past, a celebration in the present, and a memory created for tomorrow.
Life is a mishmash of bits and bobs of our own journey, fragmented threads of others’ journeys that came before us. Patches and the lots of those who live in tandem alongside us. Connecting tissue to those who come after.
To see the beauty in the pieces as a whole, as an individual, and a continuum, is to have lived, loved and let go.
I never cook for just myself. Cooking for one, cooking for two, for 20, can almost take the same time, so why shouldn’t I share the fruits of my labour with…