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2009-04-19

>green soup with roots and flowers, Ubuntu Napa


To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of
your hand
And
eternity in an hour.

-William Blake


Microcosmic. Alchemic.


When I beheld this plate (pictured above) mom ordered at
Ubuntu, I searched for the right words. You must surely remember your childhood days when you thought,
fleetingly, you could live on air, water, and flowers. You mean you never did?

Cool pureed soup of escarole & roscoe's asparagus

-spring roots & flowers, black garlic coulis, nettle ice
(Here's the enlarged "before" picture which shows a big mound of nettle ice)


Flowers don't last, and they are not meant to last. Forget the philistine concept of fashioning them onto a dinner plate. It seems a sacrilege to try to preserve the moment by snapping a picture of them. With modern technology at our (a novice's, in my case) hands, that's exactly what we are doing. Constant, futile attempts to root infinity in the palm of our hands. And what else, really, can we be doing?

Some prefer nettles, and so do I.

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