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Don't say I've never given you anything.
O yeah?
Here's some other treasures.
"Ducky"
"Piggy"
A meal at Saison is a slow burn through the night. Flavors are clean and light. A soft salinity brushes some plates like an ocean mist. Smoke wafts throughout. Imparts of faint bitterness. Tight concentrations of umami. Sometimes a funk. And always the striking dash of herbs. The fire is the heart, the essence and purpose. Singularity.
Follow the embers to the wild and the pure.
The wild creeps in, maybe mistaken for decoration, with an Emersonian edge. Bitter flowers jabbed at the silkiness of a warm chawanmushi custard with tender sweet peas. A bowl of crudites, both farmed and foraged, sparkled in their clarity. Where are the anchovy dew drops in the Laguiole morning mist? And where was the soil? Old Beef, Old Tuna,1 but just as importantly, Pungent Herbs, stand against the age. Wild fennel lent a fleeting sweetness to nettles and Montana golden trout. Small vibrant hues as foils for the naturally sweet and rich.
Don't say I've never given you anything.