“Let me tell you a story…”
And that was how Claire Mulberry learned to filet a fish, as Kaito Matsumoto intricately demonstrated the art his family had plied for 5,000 years. On a Bluefin, captured in the subarctic waters of the Tsugaru Strait, the master chef was patient and skillful in his craft.
“Remember the sea.” he told her.
His incisions were precise and executed with deftness.
“Because everything is significant.”
The incised cuts of meat were lucid. Nearly impalpable.
“Even the urchin.”
His hands were soft, peaceful, devoid of malice. The juxtaposition with their rapacious nature, bewildered.
“Do not seek glory. Seek instead to become one with all…”
Claire observed, attentive to the culinary sage.
“Glory will find you.”
And from the small fishing village in Hokkaido, to the large loft in the village of SoHo, Claire was finding it difficult to become unanimous with her surroundings, though the black grouper was a skillful 2 cm. filet, by her own hand.
“Maxwell, I am disappointed in you.” she said in a soft whisper.
Their guest had yet to remove his coat. His boots remained an aberration to their floor.
Maxwell stood close to his wife, his eyes fixed on the simmering filets.
“He has no family. No place to go…”
Claire lavished the grouper with Italian parsley and flavorful spices, evocative of carnival in its native Brazil.
She pouted, which Maxwell found deliciously irresistible.
“You don’t even know where he’s been! What kind of person disappears for five years?”
Maxwell observed his wife, who maintained a steady pace in her work. She removed the filets from the heat and prepared to lather them in a white truffle cream dressing.
“What would you have me do?”
“What should I have done?”
Claire stopped and looked at her husband.
“You should have spoken with me!”
She gathered herself.
“And besides… he does have family.”
Aware of her uncharacteristic volume, both Claire and her husband turn, to find their guest, now standing in their kitchen.
Maxwell consulted his drink.
Claire inhaled deeply.
“I just have one question.”
Benjamin was patient.
“Do you like truffle?”
Implode. Part XI – DK