Lemon Sherbet Granita, white fig-golden raisin-preserved lemon-fennel seed-roasted candied fennel-arbequina olive oil relish, honey & orange blossom sabayon.
its pucker.
Not me. Not mine. I love love love me some citrus. I have been known to have a not-so-secret love affair with these orbs of sunshiny autumn leaf colored palette of tight pored shiny skin and segments of closely bound pressed droplets of juice.
citrus.
need I say more?
{hey, I'm not the only chef smitten. David Kinch does an entire many coursed menu paying homage to rare & intriguing, beguiling citrus.}
I write lists.
I consult my foundation component recipes. They may lead me to themselves, like an unplanned walk in London, or they may lead me to another idea, at which point I write a recipe as I move through weights & methods.
Because a film has to have a leading actor, because a band a signature style, because a company needs a vision, because a community-- a heart, because a structure needs walls before a roof, a plated dessert needs a thought process.
sometimes a plated dessert will lead you, with its ingredients, its parts, to a shape, a vessel, a molding tool.
sometimes I have to ask for help. lay out all my mis en place, like paragraphs, and re-arrange them to fit the narrative.
Just Right.
you will always be tweaking. in your head. you will move the couch, centimeter by centimeter, and still feel like the Princess & The Pea.
This dessert may sound familiar to you. Yeah, I like these flavors together. I find I need to keep working on a dessert, job after job, kitchen after kitchen, menu after menu, season after season, in order to get it there. or get it out of my system. like the person you continue to sleep with long after the break up. or the wine you continue to drink long past the point of pleasure into drunkenness. or the record you wear out because you love it. to death.
it's not about judgment. it's about attraction.
Seriously, Shuna, you never cease to amaze me. I'm so happy to know that you are back in the states at a restaurant that is within walking distance of my sister's apartment. Next time I'm in NYC, I'll definetley be stopping in. Happy New Year.
Posted by: Rachel | 04 January 2010 at 02:41 PM
Wowser - that's a beauty.
Posted by: katrina hall | 04 January 2010 at 07:49 PM
Wow, how complex and interesting!
My favorite lemon dessert is the pierre herme lemon tart. I'm very simple in my tastes, I guess and I have trouble with savory elements in desserts.
Posted by: Jenny | 04 January 2010 at 11:59 PM
I wanted to taste it as soon as I finished reading your article!
Posted by: Tracy | 05 January 2010 at 01:22 PM
Yummmmm! My mouth is watering!
Posted by: kthln | 05 January 2010 at 11:54 PM
OoOoOOoOo, citrus! I think I'm going to shave me a lemon and stick the zested strips up my nose. I'm a citrus fueled meat monster! ROWR !!!
How's yer back doing today?
xo, Biggles
Biggles!! You make me feel all warm inside when you comment. My back really sucks. it's too bad we need a spine or else I might have asked you to come east & butcher it out. I know you're knives are the sharpest... xoxox shuna
Posted by: Dr. Biggles | 06 January 2010 at 01:25 PM
Shuna, this made me smile so much. Citrus: I'm Persian you know, it's in the DNA. I would have been one of the customers getting this instead of chocolate on NYE. The only ones I don't really like are Meyer lemons because they're not tart/sour enough for me. I need the tartness, bring it.
Posted by: Hilda | 07 January 2010 at 08:31 PM
I sometimes eat fresh lemons so I'm the right person for this dessert for sure. It looks fabulous. My favorite lemon bar recipe is the kind that makes some people squinch up their faces upon eating it. What good is citrus at all if it doesn't "attack the ear drums?"
Posted by: Nancy Gail Ring | 16 January 2010 at 10:15 AM