10/03 BLOODY MURDER
There is undeniable passion embodied in the colour red - lust and rage, blood and sex. Red is almost an absolute, so all consuming that when cause up in the heat of the moment all reason is lost. The imminent arrival of the Queen of my banquet of idols has delved deeper and deeper into my emotions and left me with a nervous wreck of a rebel heart. The intensity of my state of mind is echoed in the relentless attack of red in this plate.
Red Tomatoes have been flayed almost passionately torn apart. The flesh-like beetroot bleeding dark burgundy through the dish. Even the devil wouldn't recognize the pure white goats cheese now tainted with a bloody hue, like a virgin touched for the very first time. The smoked paprika and vinegar darken all the ingredients, taking the last life from the ghost town of a fridge and giving it its own tale to tell.
P.S. This was made in the extreme heat of the moment, and is actually far better over a tangle of peppery rocket leaves cold from the fridge - something I didn't have at hand.
Red Tomatoes have been flayed almost passionately torn apart. The flesh-like beetroot bleeding dark burgundy through the dish. Even the devil wouldn't recognize the pure white goats cheese now tainted with a bloody hue, like a virgin touched for the very first time. The smoked paprika and vinegar darken all the ingredients, taking the last life from the ghost town of a fridge and giving it its own tale to tell.
P.S. This was made in the extreme heat of the moment, and is actually far better over a tangle of peppery rocket leaves cold from the fridge - something I didn't have at hand.
100g Tinned Beetroot
1 Tomato
1/2 Tsp Smoked Paprika
1 Tsp Dukkah (sans. Peanut where possible because they are the devils work)
1 Tbls Vinegar
Sprinkle of Lemon Zest
What I did - 1 Tomato
1/2 Tsp Smoked Paprika
1 Tsp Dukkah (sans. Peanut where possible because they are the devils work)
1 Tbls Vinegar
Sprinkle of Lemon Zest
Strew the bloody beetroot around a large flat platter so that they look like flayed pieces of purple flesh in a pool of blood. Slice the tomato thin, with almost samurai precision so that they resemble the inner workings akin to an anatomical drawing. Strew them over the beetroot. That's the base for the salad, and not only need some herbal remedies.
Crown with the pure chalky white of the goats cheese and watch as it is ruined by the blood from the beets. Dust with smokey paprika, the heat fighting off any unwanted spirits like incense in a cathedral. Then ceremonially throw some soil on the vegetable burial - add the nutty dukkah to the top. Finally cutting through the earthy sweetness with a pour of sharp vinegar and a fine zest of lemon.
The bloody plate has been put to rest, and appears gory and rich but is actually quite refreshing cold from the fridge or on toast or on salad leaves. This salad isn't Joan of Arc, but sometimes there is beauty in abject horror.
JG
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