A film by Augustine Paredes
The story around this dish isn't great. No happy endings here. I will say this. In a very stressful few days that I was enduring, I found great solace in this dish. In fact, the more I ate it, the more it felt like this indulgent pause in a constant state of pain.
I've tasted many burratas, but somehow, a summer in the UK mandated that this incredibly creamy cheese gets paired with fruits of the summer. In this case, it was the grilled peach that showed up constantly to console me.
Although I tend to not necessarily replicate recipes word for word- somehow with this dish, I needed to at least try to reenact it- for the sake of isolating my bad memories from the dish. That didn't last long though- because I still did weave in ingredients I had at home- which in a sense also speaks about my emotional state in reclaiming and compartmentalising memories- without even the slightest sense of autonomy- I would still be there, devouring a burrata in a state of pain.
Burrata - I have found a stunning locally produced brand from Kibsons- do a thorough search there
Arugula cress (optional)
Black garlic (optional)
Edible flowers (optional)
Shatta/ Chilli paste (optional)
Salt and pepper to taste
Candied violet jam (optional)
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