|Yotam Ottolenghi (right) with his partner Karl and their son Max.|
I finally took the time to look through Plenty More, my second cookbook by Yotam Ottolenghi. I marked all the recipes that had immediate appeal: Pea and Mint Croquettes; Crushed Carrots with Harissa and Pistachios; Spice-Stuffed Potato Cakes; Eggplant Kadaifi Nests; Root Vegetable Pies; Black Currant Friands and Apricot, Walnut and Lavender Cake.
But when I saw one photo, I died. And when I read the name of the dish — Meringue Roulade with Rose Petals and Fresh Raspberries — it makes me cry. I love that. I love being sensitive and feeling that this recipe — in its taste, look and name — contains all that is beautiful in the world: taste, look and even in the choice of the words. Just say the words out loud and melt.
And then, as happened when I discovered my life-long hero, Oliver Sacks, was gay, I had another emotional high when I read, this morning, triggered by a sentence in this book, that Mr. Ottolenghi is gay and, therefore, another star in my gay pantheon.