Advent. A time of joy. Time of chaos.
The first snow falls. The first Christmas party is two hours late. My winter shoes are suitable for Spanish winters at best.
Beet tartare is not particularly original now, but I brazenly claim ours is particularly good.
This may be because we only use two parts beet and add one part finely sliced grilled shitake mushrooms.
Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s it.
Of course, it could also be due to the rich misomayo.
Or the borderline roasted aromas of the fried onion.
Or the ticklishly small fried nonpareil capers.
Or is it the multi-layered subtle spiciness of my fermented chili sauce?
It could also be the fluffy toasted potato bread or simply because chervil is so awesome.
Ultimately, it could also be because the marinade is not made with convenience ketchup, but with our fine, tangy plum ketchup.
Who knows for sure.
Find out for yourself.
The advent calendar is ticking.
All good things come to an end.
And then the fun starts all over again.
