Poule au pot, champagne cream.
Champagne is not a brand. Champagne is a farm. The proof was a chicken, a kitchen table, and an unlabelled bottle.
Nostalgia is the new luxury
A memoir you can cook.
Twelve chapters. Each one a place, a dish, a bottle, and what is left of the memory. Cooked in a Western Canada kitchen, years and a continent away.
Cold stone, hot pan.
Minerality is a terrible word until a place makes you need it. Then it becomes the only word.
Salt, rice, smoke.
Some memories survive because they were expensive. Others survive because they were exact.
When everything can be delivered, the only thing left to own is the memory of having been there.