" Invitation to the first cooking class Emotions: The Sea Fall. "
participate :
the paths of the island
calamint field
mint ditch
the wild rosemary
fennel in flower
prickly pears
persimmons pomegranates
sedanini of the ditch
a handful of blackberries
local fish
the sun
the sea
the Cotoncello
the Maciarello
the salty air
the autumn breeze
the desire to share
It never fails, it is true ... but today I especially deal with my emotion. Yes, because this is the first truly shared experience of "emotional cuisine" not simple! It is not easy because it is a story that began long ago and that involves all the senses, confusing them. It 's the story search of a slow, patient, unaware that I conducted in part over the years, going up to this strange and fascinating world of hospitality. Year after year, season after season, it was stated in me the desire to share with the host without this meant "force him to my presence" (no, no, no). I just realized how hectic and "poor suffering" were the lives of the most afflicted by duties, trapped between deadlines and responsibilities ... and spontaneously felt the need to create a space, here at CERN, where did you experience something totally different. Over time I started thinking about this hotel as a house of with the space in which time you empty the contents of his frantic grief and marks the changing of the times of the day in which to learn to "recover" self-care.
In this shared vision, it is evident, a role played by the election languages. Art, music, poetry, ceramics, ancient crafts .... Everything is done in the wide emotional cauldron that never ceases to simmer gently. But it was not enough ... it was not enough. I was looking for something "intimate, personal, absolutely subjective and yet joyfully shared with many people simultaneously. What could it be? Over time I realized: a cream and rosemary.
smile: Can you make it clear what I mean, let me explain better. I have always had a passion for cooking, in tracking it, the language par excellence. For me it is the shared set of codes at the same time intimate and personal, which we have had the experience now, just born. There is no oldest language, then, and more intrinsically linked to an act of love (that of a mother who feeds her child). He could not escape me, then. I had to find a worthy interpreter of such alchemy of gestures of affection and concern for the next Michael ... I found it in a case that is not the case.
Years ago I attended (Hear the Nardi with little profit), a cooking class led by him, move out of my proverbial curiosity and probably also by my love for this set of affectionate gestures and tasty at the same time. I was not satisfied until the end. The cuts of meat, the brown, mayonnaise and other key (the great classics in the kitchen) is not enough for me. I tried another ... I was looking for excitement. So for fun I started collecting my beloved herbs. The island is incredibly rich in endangered and gives us a way to perpetuate the emotion felt on the trails in the kitchen through the use of ingredients "stray". So, always game for a day at the course Michael told me he had tried to make a custard with rosemary, I collected and was lighting. At that moment, I realized that not only would be suitable for testing the cook at the hotel I wanted to do, but I realized what I wanted to do when you grow. I finally understood the type of cuisine that blends in with everything that happened and would happen at Cern in the following years.
KITCHEN EMOTIONAL, this is the name we have given so intimately connected with our world of emotions. A kitchen that is trying to mix with memories of old recipes related to our experiences, childhood, the affections, with the creativity that allows us, starting from the ingredients found in our paths, play unexpected finding new harmonies of flavor from simple but often surprising combinations. An emotion, a set of emotions, a concatenation of impressions never the same, small madeleine, suggestions that will bring the same aromas and vibrant colors which you experience during a walk along the coast or in our beautiful trails.
An ode to the joy of living in this place, a tribute to the exuberant beauty of a generous nature, a thought of gratitude because we are here, now, to share this meal. This to me, it means cooking emotional and with a little emotion, in fact, you take your hand quietly and we will walk along the paths.