FOR THE CAKE
FOR THE SALTY CARAMEL SAUCE
The thin glasses of the window vibrate at every blast of wind, shaken as the treetops heavy with rain. The look lingers a bit through those branches and then gets lost far away until it reaches the sea line which is barely visible, between the fast passing clouds.
It's like a dance, the rain. It lightly and gracefully hovers and then it rages with powerful energy.
I touch the cold window glass with my fingers, it's fogged by my breathing and I enjoy - for the first time after months - a quiet moment.
The rain always comforts me, it brings a sweet sensation of slowness, the same you can feel while tasting something really delicious.
Sometimes it happens that ideas are born by pure chance or coincidence, moments, sudden inspirations, weird things, foolish things... things. I turn the look from the gusts of rain beating on the window to a feeble glint that comes from a darker corner of the kitchen. An English dessert fork in blackened silver I have left there for years - being it too pretentious amongst the others, all too common - brings random thoughts to my memory.
I haven't got many ingredients at my disposal, mostly poor ingredients as sweet potatoes and red beans - that I love so much to eat in winter - and my supply of dark chocolate that never lacks on my cupboard wooden shelves.
The soft light, the English fork, the pouring rain, the crackling wood stove and that bare dark table are my inspiration.
The clock's ticking even more slowly, the warm steam fills the kitchen with an intense sweet smell... a pinch of salt might be a good idea, it could work!
I get back to the window with my small plate in my hand, sinking the fork into the humid texture of the cake, muddy and dark like the wet earth - and I don't even notice that the rain has stopped.
Our red kidney beans are grown in Minnesota, where their character is best expressed in numerous recipes that demonstrate their sweet flavour with hot and spicy notes.Discover