For me, food is about memories, feelings, emotions, and so is Le Bernardin, and that's why it's not just a restaurant.
Baking can be done with a few simple ingredients, so it's about simplicity and nostalgia - people are reminded of their childhood.
By definition, comfort foods are rich and creamy or evocative of childhood pleasures.
What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?
I think that cakes should have touches of candy bar in order for it really to hit all those childhood notes on the keyboard.
Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially--romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.
There's blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice.
Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?
