Dirtying my hands with sugar and flour it is impossible to feel lonely.
They say that one cannot die from love, but of loneliness. That is why I have a soft spot for complicated recipes: dirtying my hands with sugar and flour it is impossible to feel lonely.
When you cook it is as if the room is suddenly filled with people from all over the world, all eager to tell their story in a whisper, made of spices and secrets. I let their adventures whisper in my ear, some sweet and some sad, allowing them to inspire me through distant flavours.