It's 3am. Just finished baking tartelettes - a hybrid between this apricot tart, and the figs tart. Small sweet shortcrust pastry shells, with summer strawberries compote at the bottom, a vanilla mousse heart, and generously topped with honeyed apricots poached in brown butter.
Everything came out well, but yet again - nothing phenomenal. I wonder if it's just me and my spoiled taste buds, or perhaps it really is just not that great. Though it wouldn't be right to call my taste buds spoiled. It's not as if they accustomed only to the finest foie gras or black truffles, it's more that I crave simplicity. A toast with herbs and butter, avocado with salt, a poached egg. These flavors do not need accompaniment, they are complete from within. These are the kind of foods I wish to create.