While pondering the myriad of events happening lately, I was rushing to create a quick raw dinner for us after a very long weekend. Some couscous and hot, salted water gave me a base. I chopped fresh, ripe, seasonal tomatoes into bite size morsels and tore basil leaves into the bowl. Salted and peppered them, with a squeeze of lemon. Done.
A perfect, simple, dish - stripped of pretension.
We had an extremely interesting evening last night over this meal & things came out perfectly.
Food, like life, can teach us lessons. At the end of the day, with all the cheffy techniques and layering of flavours, or development of signature styles, what we are really left with is only the good stuff we begin with.
On my drive home, it got me thinking that sometimes things are just so much simpler than we make them out to be.
A perfect ingredient is made to be perfect.
It requires no changes - no making it into something it is not already...
organically...
intrinsically.
How something grows naturally is how it is meant to be enjoyed.
And life and food is just about one thing - enjoyment.
