|Lunch at the Green Table in Chelsea|
This photo is of a (in season now!) rhubarb tart with rosemary ice cream and pistachios that I was blown away by when it was set in front of me today at lunch. (I was treated to this by this Monday's guest blogger--stay tuned for her!)
Here's a better photo of same tart, although you see mine did not come with a flower, but you can see the variegated colors of the rhubarb: this is what what was so stunning to me! I gasped audibly when I saw it.
I never photograph food in public. Some restaurants here are banning people from doing so, asserting it ruins the ambiance of their small places, but I did not want to forget this tart. When the server appeared to take my plate away, noticing how clean it was--because I'd practically picked up my plate and licked it--I blurted, "How can I have this experience again?" The tart had flummoxed me, loosened my inhibitions, made me emotional and joyful.
I hadn't been so overcome by the taste of food in a long while. (And on my way home, Lara sent me a new poem she wrote related to this very thing.)
This lunch was the highlight of an anxious rainy day I was a little underdressed for. The tart made me feel like everything had been perfect after all.