
That said, this crab risotto topped with a spiced, seared king prawn and doused with truffle cappuccino was like no crab I’d eaten before.
It was a charmed encounter, might I add.

It was a charmed encounter, might I add.
…. I learned that what merely happens to us barely affects us or, at least, no more than what does not happen, but it is the story (the story of what does not happen too), which, however imprecise, treacherous, approximate and downright useless, is nevertheless almost the only thing that counts, is the decisive factor, it is what troubles our soul and diverts and poisons our footsteps, it is doubtless also what keeps the weak, lazy wheel of the world turning.
Javier Marias, Your Face Tomorrow
3 comments:
Tell 'em the price, son - ?
Let's say that this meal cost the crab far more than it cost me.
as I sit listening to the soothing sounds of my babies gentle snore I have been catching up on your blogs and feel the need to shout YOU ARE THE NEXT MFK FISHER!
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