Povar & Grimhelm
Π― ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π°Π» Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π±ΠΈΡΠ², Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΊΡΡ
Π½Ρ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π΅Ρ Π΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π±ΠΎΠΉ. Π‘ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠΈ ΠΌΠ½Π΅, ΠΠΎΠ²Π°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎ ΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π±Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΎ?
I swear by one rule above all: every ingredient must have a moment to shine, but never outshine the others. In my kitchen, the stars dance together β salt, acid, heat, and love. If any one of them runs wild, the whole dish turns into a chaotic battle. So I keep the balance, taste every step, and never let a single flavor dominate. Thatβs the secret sauce to a perfect plate.