I’m deeply in love with the process of creating a dish. Experimenting with flavors, techniques, equipment, colors, texture. The evolution of old recipes into something new. Mistakes are necessary because they always produce a new understanding of the an ingredient or it’s interaction with another. Working. Reworking. Editing. Adjusting. Tinkering. Tweaking. Ideas from notebook to plate. Always a little different, but often for the result of a better dish. Frustration is sometimes inevitable.
Family and friends gathered for Easter dinner is the perfect time for a classic and a new experiment. Feedback is honest. Crust scraps are cleaned off plates by the coffee sipping grazers.
Failures are eaten with as much gusto as successes, perhaps though, lacking a feeling of triumph.
