Friday, December 17, 2010
The scourge of hyper-obsessive, spotless kitchen fetishism, might well be water spots on stainless. However, in some cases, it's possible to overlook the slight blemish or two, by focusing on the bigger picture. For instance: Fresh from the tree tangerine and pomegranate brine working on succulent, organically fattened, wild, mourning doves. Tomorrow, those dove breasts will be morsels of treasure. Wrapped in thin cut bacon, basted with terryaki, and lightly grilled. That hint of mesquite smoke will be intentional.
Posted by Stephen at 6:14 PM