|Ze ingredients! (Yes. I cheated with the canned tomatoes,|
but they were still lovingly prepared.)
I don't think I've ever met a meal so simultaneously humble and exalted. Earlier today, a dear friend commented on how she has found more spirituality in doing the day-to-day mundane rather than racing off to some spiritual retreat in the mountains. (I live half way up a mountain so I guess I'm half way on a spiritual retreat on a daily basis.) Ratatouille is a little like that. It is the Divine Sublime of food. It doesn't require a retreat.
American tastes would dictate that some sort of starch is needed to round out ratatouille, but it's already pretty round. We added shavings of Asiago. That's it. Can't get rounder than that.
By the way, the actual recipe used in the movie Ratatouille is this, confit byaldi. Bennie and I are going to try this next time.
|Voila! A meal for a Queen despite its humble appearance.|
|Bodhi catching the afternoon breeze |
and sun. It is a dog's life.
|My piece of evening sky . . .|
Finally, I leave you with this . . .
Yeah. A taste of ratatouille is just like in the animated movie.