The food journal of a chef/chocolatier in love with relentless flavor, ethical sourcing, Hudson Valley produce, and kicking corporations off the dinner table.
It’s so quiet. Just me and tomatoes and soft rain. My heart beats a nightshade rhythm. Ripe green, mango orange, peach fuzz, blood beet red. Striated and lobed, thin skin barely holding in a flood of tomato tears. Pare, peel, process, preserve.
Favoritest post ever. The words and image… I’m not worthy.