I guess we all have a ‘somebody’ that we find an inspiration, a ‘somebody’ that is living the life that we want to live, an image to guide us.
Well, for me, in the kitchen, the man is called Arzak, Jose Mari Arzak.
The fellow Spaniard is the chef of the restaurant that his family had for generations and the front is decorated with three starts given a guide Michelin.
I felt in love with him long time ago. He was invited to the culinary programme of the fellow basque chef Arguiñano. He was sitting in a wooden chair, I remember like it was yesterday, in his left hand, he had a glass of wine, probably a Txacoli. He was talking about his journeys to the local market to choose the ingredients for his restaurant, how he knows everybody, how he drinks a glass of wine with most of them, how he knows the ins and outs of their families and how sometimes he hears about the local gossips.
It was like a fairy tale, a man telling his grand children with daily routine with all the unnecessary detail.
By the time the finished this story he had cooked an amazing fish soup. No effort, nobody noticed, but it just looked amazing.
This is the type of food that I would like to cook, the one you can prepare talking to a friend with a smile in your face. The one that people will think it was easy, if they knew the recipe and thry have watched you prepare it but that just melts in your mouth.
Juan Mari Arzak in Wikipedia
Jose Mari Arzak cookbook (in Spanish)