Full Moon on the Half Shell: The waves lapping the shore, a rhythm that matches my own sea-water blood beat. I look at the reflection of a full moon dancing and wonder: what would that taste like? I slurp back a salty-sweet liquor of milk and wild roses, like the nectarous scent of a more-human lover. A sphere of silky smoothness slides into my mouth with the delicacy of an egg yolk, then breaks open to flood my mouth with sweet cream anglaise flecked with vanilla. Ah, liquid moonlight.
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Lately I've been playing with the intersection of poetry and food, aided by molecular gastronomy techniques. I had a lot of fun designing this little dish and am very happy with how it turned out.
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