Food for thought
Food and I have an intimate connection.
I was petrified to find that food no longer tastes as I find myself chagrined and dispirited. So I decided that I needed a trip to Rome in search of stimulus. San Crispino’s green apple gelato, Il Gelatone’s pistachio and hazelnut gelato, San Eustachio’s macchiato, Santa Lucia’s pappardelle with white truffle… still I was lost.
I persevered, to Paris. Du pain et des idées’s baguette, Kayser’s mini financier, Gerald Mulot’s pineapple paired saffron macaron, Jean-Paul Hévin’s caracas… I almost give up.
Standing in the cold, autumn that arrived early, I thought of mom’s rice vermicelli in chicken broth with pork meatballs, dad’s steamed free-range chicken, grandma’s ikan kembung seasoned with garlic and turmeric… I knew it was time to head back home.
