Am I sounding crazy or what? I mean it's like cooking has this narcotic effect on me. Today I worked on my brandade dish. And it turned out near perfect. I could not believe that my hands made this and that my mind thought it up. Does any other cook feel this? Am I pathological? I feel like an artist who has created a small masterpiece. Do artists feel like this? Does a poet feel like this if he writes a perfect sonnet? Does a musician feel like this after writing the perfect song? Please tell me I am not a freak...
Perhaps it is lofty of me to even compare myself to true artists. But this is what I love and this is the only thing I'm good at. And this is what I created today... a brandade of salt cod. A brandade is a puree usually of salt cod and potatoes. Every country in Europe has their own version of this. It is a very simple dish. A humble dish. I made the puree super smooth. I added tons of olive oil and thinned it with whole milk.
But I wanted to elevate this humble dish. I added a soft boiled egg on top. I felt like the yolk oozing onto the puree when you dig into it would add to the unctuous goodness. But this dish still needed something. Perhaps a vinaigrette? Some acidity to cut through the richness. Not just a regular Italian vinaigrette though. How bout a hot vinaigrette??? How bout a nice, hot BACON vinaigrette??? Oh my... It came out sooooooo good.
I know every time I make a dish, it won't be this special. But every time I work in a kitchen, I do strive to produce something good. To do something with my craft and experience the good feelings that come with it.
Here's my little work of art...
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Brandade of Salt Cod, Soft-Boiled Egg, Hot Bacon Vinaigrette |