Often, people ask me where I get my inspiration. I dont usually have an answer. I may ramble about the farmers market, or detail an epiphany I had while visiting a new city. But its very difficult to delve into the process in a few sentences. Its poetic to talk about inspiration being all around you, and that if you just open your eyes wide enough, you'll see. Smell the roses or garbage bin, for that matter.
The romantic notion that inspiration can strike anyone, wildly and without rhyme or reason, simply isn't true. As with any creative endeavor, inspiration is only useful when you have a firm foundation of experience and technique to filter it through.
But if you have a moment, Ill walk you through the inspiration behind a dish that Im doing at a private dinner this month. The dinner happens to be in a graveyard. At night. Outside. In total darkness, except each diner is armed with a flashlight.
Ill be describing the last savory course of a five-course meal.
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