Here is a French Buddha, cooking Italian style in London and only a fool, because he pays, could judge Alain Ducasse in a kitchen, arrogant “plumes” which will never fly, the rest of us humbly come to him, just to be judged and regulated in our diet habits, as he obviously been the Chef Buddha Bhΰmis 10, is in the path of no more learning.
Pope in Rome, once a year wash twelve young Italian prisoners feet, following that supreme example and with that same humble spirit, Alain Ducasse at Dorchester five times a week, offer his most compassionate lunch at fifty five Pounds, as to say, not even the price it should cost to lease a table nearly overlooking Hyde Park’s speak Corner for eating your own sandwich, of course then most people around you, will be astute hided professionals Chefs, sent here from all over the World by various new Kings, Presidents, secret services etc. just to learn and copy.
As I started reading his books when he still was a young dreamer just arrived in Monaco, I think I can resume his teaching and his fourteen thousands essential recipes, no worse than anybody else.
To cook at Alain Ducasse level, starting with vegetable cocotte, snails, ice cream and anything else, you will need two material things and a knowledge one.
First you will need the best pure water, that was not written in his first books, but he had not jet arrived in London and times were different then, so less than 8 grains hardness, 250 Mg/L chlorides and sulfates, absolutely no radioactivity, besides Chernobyl and Fukushima eventually it is still good that one from Lake Baikal.
Second you will need the best available salt, here “Fleur de sel du Guerande”; in Italy that’s from Cervia all Pope has used ever since, but don’t be stupid these are not Carnival times, strictly avoid to play with colorful commercial ones or liquid nitrogen and dry ice.
Third you will only need to know name and habits, of the people growing the vegetables you eat, possibly meet them at least once a year.
Puah crowd sourcing applied where everybody speaks with forked tongue, giving Ducasse Restaurant the number 184, poor British Empire cover your nudities! If there weren’t still us Italians, babysitting you and your evident partialities everywhere, where were you heading now? Up to restaurant n.183?
When could we return to sleep in peace in the Savannah?
Then even if the World goes upside down, or wife tells she has headache, or loved person has been dated with diamond by the Prince etc. let’s hear some music while making the table unforgettable, let’s immerge food in that perfect water with the proper salt and cook it some minutes the way we learned here and let’s join the table while the Celestial Chorus sings: World, headache, diamonds and Prince in their deepest essence, they are nothing. We are the Champions, We are the Champions, We are the Champions, of the World!
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