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Chapter 5 — The World, Brought Home

Chapter 5 — The World, Brought Home

"A dish that has 'wok hay' is a quintessential balance of texture, flavor, and seared aroma." — Grace Young, on the meaning of wok hei (interview, 2019)

A traveller comes home in one of two conditions. Either the journey has merely furnished the mantelpiece — a row of souvenirs, a few place-names pronounced with confidence, a taste for saying where one has been — or it has altered the hands. The fourth volume of this compendium took the longer road, the grand tour of the world's tables, and it returned, I hope, in the second condition: with the hands changed. For the deepest thing a cook can carry back from another people's kitchen is not a recipe, which is only the written record of a technique after the fact, but the technique itself — the particular way of driving heat into food, or drawing flavour out of a root, or persuading time to do the labour — which, once it is in the hands, can be turned to a thousand dishes the original cooks never made and would, in most cases, be pleased to see. This chapter is about that kind of carrying home, and about doing it honestly.

There is a wrong way to go about it, and it is worth naming so as to walk around it. The wrong way treats the world's cuisines as a dressing-up box: a splash of one country's sauce on another country's meat, a borrowed word on the menu, the surface of a tradition worn as costume while its substance is left on the far side of the ocean. That is not what follows. The argument here is narrower and, I think, more respectful. Every great cuisine is, among many other things, a set of solutions to the same short list of problems that has faced every cook who ever lived: how to get fierce heat into food before it overcooks, how to get the locked flavour out of a fibrous aromatic, how to make the tough tender and the perishable keep. The signatures differ gloriously from place to place; the underlying problems are shared by all of us. To learn another kitchen's answer to a common problem is not to steal its soul — it is to accept a gift that was, in the deepest sense, always meant to travel. What this chapter borrows, it borrows as technique, names by its right name, and hands to the reader as a widened toolkit rather than a fancy dress.

Underneath all of it lies the same handful of physics the third volume set out: heat reaches food by conduction through a hot surface, by convection through moving air or liquid, and by radiation across an open gap, and every one of the world's kitchens is, at bottom, a clever arrangement of those three. So this chapter is built as a tour of five fires — the wok's roaring convection-and-conduction, the tandoor's radiant blast, the comal's naked conductive char, the mortar (which is not a fire at all but the labour that must come before one), and the crock (which is the slow cold cooking that needs no fire) — each held up for the single transferable move at its heart. Learn the five moves and you have not learned five recipes. You have learned a great deal of how the world cooks.

The Wok, and the Argument for Fierce Heat

Begin at the hottest place in the world's kitchens: the Cantonese stir-fry, and the quality its cooks prize above all others, which is also the one quality you will never find written on an ingredient list. They call it wok hei. Grace Young, who has done more than anyone writing in English to explain the wok to those who did not grow up at one, translates the phrase as "the breath of a wok," and is precise about what it names. Hei, she notes — chi in Mandarin — means vitality, or life force; a dish that possesses wok hei is "a quintessential balance of texture, flavor, and seared aroma." It is the faint, almost smoky perfume that rises off a plate of greens or a tumble of beef that has met a screaming-hot pan for ninety seconds and no longer. It cannot be bottled, it fades within a minute or two of leaving the fire, and it is, to the cook who chases it, the whole point.

What produces it is a marriage of things this compendium has praised separately — the browning reactions the first volume traced to their chemistry, and the mastery of fire the third volume made its subject — and the honest answer to "what, chemically, is wok hei?" is that it is not one thing but several at once. The cooks and testers of America's Test Kitchen, who set out to pin it down, attribute it to three complementary factors working together: the aroma compounds that form when oil is driven to very high heat, the chemical interactions between the food and the wok's own seasoned steel, and the accelerated Maillard and caramelisation reactions that a fierce flame throws into overdrive. The result has been described, variously, as "smoky," "allium-like," "grilled" and even "metallic" — think of the exquisitely singed edge of a burger cooked over live charcoal, which is the nearest Western analogue. In a restaurant kitchen the effect is visible: oil flung up with the food sometimes catches fire for an instant, and a lick of actual flame rolls through the pan. That momentary combustion of aerosolised oil is part of the signature, and it is also the first clue to why the effect is so hard to reproduce at a domestic stove.

Because — and this is the plain, slightly deflating truth every honest wok book must tell — you cannot buy this fire. The numbers are stark. A domestic gas burner typically puts out something on the order of seven to nine thousand British thermal units an hour, and many are less; a professional wok range roars at a hundred thousand or more, a jet of flame aimed straight into the belly of the pan. That is better than a tenfold gap in raw power, and no amount of enthusiasm will close it. It is why a home cook who tips a full panful of cold beef into a wok watches the heat collapse and the meat turn grey and weep: the burner simply cannot pour energy back in fast enough to keep searing. Understanding the deficit is the beginning of working around it.

The physics of the technique repays a closer look, because it explains what all that fire is actually for. In one of the more delightful pieces of recent kitchen science, two engineers at the Georgia Institute of Technology, Hungtang Ko and David Hu, filmed restaurant chefs tossing fried rice and worked out the mechanics of the gesture. The chefs pivot the wok against the rim of the stove like a see-saw and toss the rice, on average, around two and a half to three times a second, throwing every grain up into the cooler air and catching it again so often that no single grain sits still long enough to scorch, even over a flame that would blacken it in seconds if it did. The fierce heat browns; the relentless tossing keeps the browning from tipping into burning. It is an elegant division of labour, and a punishing one — nearly two-thirds of Chinese restaurant cooks report chronic shoulder pain — which is a plain reminder that this brilliance was worked out by people, at real cost, over a very long time.

The transferable lesson, the thing worth carrying home, is that wok hei is not, at bottom, a machine. It is a discipline, and the discipline travels even where the firepower does not. Young reduces it to a handful of rules that work on any stove. Begin with the right pan: a thin, flat-bottomed carbon-steel wok, not the pretty cast-iron kind, because carbon steel is light enough to toss and — crucially — responsive, heating and cooling fast so the cook, not the metal, decides the temperature; seasoned with use, it builds the same slick dark patina that a good omelette pan does. The traditional wok is round-bottomed for a reason worth understanding: cradled over a ring above a jet of flame, its curved base gathers the heat into a single fierce point at the centre and lets tossed food tumble back down into it, so that the cook has both a searing zone and, up the sloping sides, a cooler holding zone in the same pan. A domestic hob wants a compromise — a flat-bottomed wok that sits square on the burner and takes its heat by direct contact — and the compromise costs a little of that concentrated ferocity, which is one more reason the batches must be small. Heat the empty pan first, until a flicked drop of water skitters and vanishes in a second; only then add the oil, which should shimmer at once — the Chinese call this "hot wok, cold oil." Use an oil that can take the heat, a refined one with a high smoke point such as groundnut or grapeseed, never olive or unrefined sesame. And above all, do not crowd the pan: a heap of cold food drops the temperature at a stroke and the meat steams to a sad grey instead of searing, so cook it in small batches, in a single touching layer, and combine at the end. Master those four things — a hot surface, a dry surface, small batches, constant motion — and you can put an honest seared crust on almost anything, in any cuisine: a scallop, a steak, a plate of mushrooms browned rather than boiled. The wok teaches the sear, and the sear is universal.

Stir-Fried Beef with Ginger and Spring Onion — the high-heat sear, learned at home

A plain, fast dish whose only difficulty is the thing worth learning: how to make a domestic stove sear rather than stew.

Serves 2–3 as part of a shared meal · Time 30 minutes, plus 20 minutes to marinate

Ingredients

Method

  1. Toss the beef with the soy, Shaoxing wine, cornflour and sugar, and leave 20 minutes at room temperature. This light velveting gives the meat a silky surface and helps it brown.
  2. Prepare everything else before the heat goes on — ginger, spring onions, the oyster sauce to hand. A stir-fry leaves no time to fetch or chop once it has begun.
  3. Set a carbon-steel wok or a heavy skillet over your highest heat until it smokes faintly and a drop of water vanishes in a second. Swirl in 2 tablespoons of the oil; it should shimmer at once.
  4. Add half the beef in a single layer, pressing each piece to the metal. Leave it undisturbed for 45–60 seconds to take colour, toss for another 30 seconds, then tip it onto a plate. Reheat the pan and sear the second half the same way. This batching is the whole discipline: a crowded pan steams.
  5. Add the last tablespoon of oil, then the ginger and spring-onion whites, and toss for 20 seconds until fragrant. Return the beef and its juices, add the oyster sauce and the spring-onion greens, and toss just until everything is glossed and hot — well under a minute.
  6. Off the heat, add the sesame oil and a pinch of salt. Serve at once, on warm plates, with rice.

Cook's note: The goal is the sear, not smoke; on a home burner, two or three small batches will brown honestly where one crowded panful never can.

The Tandoor's Dry Blast

Fierce heat need not move to do its work; it can also simply radiate. Travel west and north from the wok to the clay tandoor of Punjab and Central Asia, and you meet the same problem — brown the outside before the inside is ruined — answered a wholly different way. A tandoor is a great vase-shaped oven, its thick walls thrown from clay, fired at the base with charcoal or wood, and it runs staggeringly hot: the interior can reach around 480°C (900°F), better than double what a domestic oven will give. The secret is in the mass. That heavy clay liner behaves like a battery: it takes the better part of an hour, perhaps forty-five minutes to a full hour, to charge with heat, but once saturated it holds cooking temperatures for hours on very little fuel, and it drives energy into food by three routes at once. A disc of naan dough slapped onto the inner wall cooks by conduction, the raw surface flash-baking against the scorching clay; the whole cavity churns with convection, air drawn in at the base vent heating and rising in a fast vortex that cooks a skewer evenly along its length; and everything inside takes the radiation pouring off the glowing walls. In the time it takes to draw breath a few times, a naan puffs, blisters and chars while its crumb stays tender and moist; a skewer of marinated meat lowered into the throat of the oven sets its surface almost instantly and seals its juices within. The marinade is no afterthought here but half the method: the classic tandoori coating is built on yoghurt, whose mild lactic acidity loosens the surface proteins of the meat and tenderises them, and whose body clings as a thick jacket that chars and blisters in the radiant blast, taking on smoke while shielding the flesh beneath from drying. It is the same partnership the whole chapter keeps finding — a fierce dry heat, and a cook's trick for making sure the fierceness deepens the food rather than ruining it.

You cannot build a tandoor into a flat, and the fire brigade would take a dim view of the attempt. But its principle is portable, and the honest cook borrows the idea while dropping the pretence. The food scientist and cook Nik Sharma, who grew up with the real thing, is candid that any home version is an approximation and not a replica — and then shows what the approximation can do. The trick is to hunt down the two heat sources the tandoor supplies together: a very hot surface below and a fierce radiance above. A heavy cast-iron skillet, empty on the highest flame, will climb past 340°C (650°F), hotter than any domestic oven's air, and give you the conductive blast of the clay wall; the grill (the broiler), turned to maximum with a rack set close beneath it, gives you the radiant heat from above. Cook a flatbread on the screaming skillet until its underside chars and its top bubbles, then slide it under the grill for a few seconds to blister and puff the surface, and you have borrowed the tandoor's logic closely enough to make honest naan in a kitchen that has never seen a lump of charcoal. The same two-source thinking — hot metal below, radiant heat above — will blister a pepper, char the edge of spiced paneer, or finish anything that wants a fast, dry, ferocious heat it cannot get from a moderate oven alone.

Skillet-and-Grill Naan — the tandoor's dry blast, brought to a home kitchen

A soft, blistered flatbread that teaches the tandoor's two-sided heat with nothing more exotic than a cast-iron pan and a grill.

Serves 4 (makes 6 naan) · Time about 2½ hours, most of it the dough proving

Ingredients

Method

  1. Whisk the flour, yeast, sugar, salt and baking powder in a bowl. Stir in the yoghurt, oil, and enough of the warm water to bring it to a soft, slightly tacky dough. Knead on a lightly floured surface for 6–8 minutes until smooth and elastic.
  2. Turn the dough in an oiled bowl, cover, and leave somewhere warm for 1 to 1½ hours, until doubled.
  3. Knock back and divide into 6 pieces. Roll each into a ball, then, on a floured surface, roll or stretch into a teardrop about 18–20 cm (7–8 in) long and 5 mm thick. Rest the shaped breads, covered, while the pans heat — a slack, well-rested dough blisters best.
  4. Set the grill (broiler) to its highest setting with a shelf near the top. At the same time, put a dry cast-iron skillet or heavy tawa (never nonstick) over your highest heat for 4–5 minutes, until a drop of water skips and vanishes.
  5. Lay one naan into the dry hot pan. In 1–2 minutes large bubbles will rise and the underside will char in spots. Now transfer the whole skillet (or lift the naan onto a tray) under the grill for 30–60 seconds, until the top blisters, puffs and browns. Brush at once with the garlic butter and scatter with coriander and nigella. Repeat, reheating the pan between breads.

Cook's note: The screaming-hot metal below and the radiant grill above stand in for the tandoor's clay wall and glowing cavity. Use a well-seasoned cast-iron or steel pan and mind the handle — it will be genuinely hot. Naan is best eaten within the hour; the dough can be made and left to prove slowly in the refrigerator overnight for deeper flavour.

The Comal, and the Uses of a Naked Fire

Cross an ocean to Mexico and the naked fire lies flat again, as the comal — the round griddle of clay or, now, steel and cast iron, whose name comes down from the Nahuatl comalli and whose ancestors were cooking maize in Oaxaca and across Mesoamerica well over two thousand years ago, the earliest examples dated by archaeologists to around 700 BCE. The comal griddles the tortilla, but its quieter genius is what it does before a sauce is ever built. Dried chillies are not dropped raw into a mole or a salsa; they are stemmed, seeded, flattened and pressed onto the dry hot surface for ten or fifteen seconds a side. Diana Kennedy, the Englishwoman who spent half a century recording the cooking of Mexico with a rigour few natives of any cuisine have matched, describes the moment exactly: press the chilli down onto the warm comal, she writes, just until the inside surface turns "an opaque tobacco brown" — no further, for a chilli scorched past that point turns acrid and will haunt the finished dish with bitterness. Tomatoes, onions and unpeeled garlic go onto the same bare metal and are turned until their skins blacken in patches. That char is not a mistake to be trimmed away. As Kennedy insisted, the best flavour is very often in the charred skins of the chillies and tomatoes themselves; the blackening is a deliberate seasoning, a layer of bitter-sweet smoke built into the foundation of the dish before a drop of liquid is added.

Here again the specific tool matters less than the move it teaches, which is one of the most quietly useful in all of cooking: dry heat on a bare surface, applied to aromatics before they go into a sauce, to toast and char and deepen them. It is the same instinct that has an Indian cook dry-roast whole cumin and coriander in a hot pan until they crackle and turn fragrant, and a Sichuanese one toast chillies and peppercorns before grinding; the principle crosses every border. Whether the surface is a clay comal, a cast-iron pan, or a baking sheet slid under a hot grill, the lesson holds — a naked fire is not only a way of cooking food but a way of making flavour, and the world's kitchens have known it far longer than the thermometer has. The salsa that follows is the shortest possible demonstration: nothing in it but char, and the difference char makes.

Charred Tomato Salsa from the Comal — dry heat as the first seasoning

A smoky, rust-red salsa that teaches the comal's char and hands straight to the next lesson, the mortar: no oil, no stock, nothing but blackened aromatics ground to a rough paste.

Serves 4–6 as a dip or sauce · Time about 25 minutes

Ingredients

Method

  1. Set a dry comal, cast-iron skillet or heavy pan over medium-high heat. Press the dried chillies flat onto the bare metal for 10–15 seconds a side, until they blister, soften and smell of tobacco and cocoa — no longer, or they turn bitter. Lift them out and, if using dried chillies, soak them in just-boiled water for 15 minutes to soften; keep the soaking water.
  2. On the same dry surface, char the tomatoes, the unpeeled garlic and the onion, turning them, until their skins are blackened in patches and the flesh has softened — 8–10 minutes for the tomatoes, less for the garlic. Slip the garlic from its skins.
  3. Grind the drained chillies, garlic and salt to a paste in a molcajete or heavy mortar (or pulse in a blender). Add the charred tomatoes and onion and grind to a coarse, spoonable salsa, loosening with a spoonful or two of the chilli water if it needs it.
  4. Stir in the coriander if using, sharpen with lime, and adjust the salt. Serve with warm tortillas, grilled meat or eggs.

Cook's note: The char is the seasoning — resist the urge to peel or trim the blackened skins away. A blender will do the job, but the molcajete's coarse grind carries more aroma and body. The salsa keeps, refrigerated, for three to four days, and its flavour deepens overnight.

The Mortar, and the Paste a Blade Cannot Make

That grind is worth pausing on, because the tool it calls for makes a case against the whole grain of modern convenience, and it is right to. No borrowed technique states the case more plainly than the heavy stone mortar — the Thai khrok, the Mexican molcajete, the Indonesian cobek. Set beside an electric blender it looks like a defeat for progress, and the chef David Thompson, whose scholarship rescued so much of old Thai cooking, has spent a career insisting otherwise, for a reason rooted in the plant itself. Flavour in lemongrass, galangal, chilli and garlic is held inside the cells, in droplets of volatile oil. A spinning blade slices those cells cleanly and turns fast enough to warm what it cuts, so it liberates only some of the oils while dulling others with friction heat and driving off the most delicate to the air, and it leaves the fibres as so much woody confetti suspended in a watery slurry. The pestle does something categorically different. It bruises and crushes rather than cutting, rupturing cell walls wholesale and grinding the fibres into submission, so that far more of the trapped oil is set free and the whole becomes a smooth, cohesive paste — one that will melt into a dish rather than float through it. Modern cooks who have run the two methods side by side, pounding one batch of curry paste or pesto and blending another, reach Thompson's verdict every time: the mortar's is rounder, deeper, more fragrant. The stone is slow and it is work; that is the price of the fuller flavour, and cooks who have tasted the difference pay it willingly.

What you do with the paste, once you have it, is the second half of the lesson, and it is among the most transferable moves on earth. You do not simply stir it into liquid. You bloom it — you fry it in hot fat until its raw edge cooks off and its aromatics toast and open. In the Thai kitchen the fat is coconut: the thick cream is simmered until it "cracks" and its oil separates, and the curry paste is fried in that hot split cream until it darkens and perfumes the whole room before any thinner liquid joins it. Precisely the same grammar governs the Indian tarka, where whole spices are bloomed in ghee and a base of onion, ginger and garlic is fried down — bhuna — until it turns glossy and deep; and the Mexican mole, where the toasted, ground paste is fried in a little fat, freír la salsa, before the stock goes in. Bloom first, build second. It is the single instruction most often skipped by cooks who wonder why their curry tastes flat, and once it is in the hands it improves almost everything with a spice paste or a base of aromatics in it, whatever flag flies over the recipe.

Red Curry from a Pounded Paste — bloom the aromatics, then build

A Thai-style curry chosen for its lesson rather than its speed: it teaches the pounded paste and the all-important bloom, the order that separates a fragrant curry from a dull one.

Serves 4 · Time about 1 hour (25 minutes of it for the paste)

Ingredients For the paste (makes about 6 tbsp):

For the curry:

Method

  1. Make the paste. Pound the drained chillies with the salt to a rough paste — the salt is an abrasive that speeds the work. Add the remaining paste ingredients one at a time, hardest first (lemongrass, galangal, garlic, shallot, then the ground seeds, lime zest and shrimp paste), reducing each to a smooth pulp before the next. Ten to twenty minutes of honest pounding leaves a glossy, cohesive paste. A small blender will manage it, loosened with a spoonful of the coconut cream, but the flavour is brighter from the mortar.
  2. Crack the cream, and bloom. Spoon the thick cream from the top of the tin into a wide pan and simmer, stirring, for 3–5 minutes until it thickens and its fat separates into glistening beads. Add 4–5 tablespoons of the paste and fry it in this cracked cream, stirring constantly, for 3–4 minutes, until it darkens a shade, the oil runs red, and the kitchen fills with toasted spice. This is the step that makes the dish.
  3. Build. Add the chicken (or squash) and turn it in the paste for 2 minutes. Pour in the remaining coconut milk and the water, add the fish sauce, palm sugar and lime leaves, and simmer gently, uncovered, until the chicken is cooked through — about 12–15 minutes, with no pink at the centre and an internal temperature of 74°C (165°F). For the squash version, simmer until just tender, then fold in the tofu to warm through.
  4. Taste and tune: it should be salty, a little sweet, hot and fragrant, and you adjust it there in the pan with fish sauce, sugar or a squeeze of lime until it sings. Off the heat, stir through the basil, scatter with sliced chilli, and serve with jasmine rice.

Cook's note: The order is the whole teaching — bloom the paste in fat first, add the liquid second. Cool leftovers promptly and eat within three days.

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<figcaption><em>Plate 10. A heat map of the world's fires: five kitchens set side by side and reduced to the single transferable move at the heart of each — the wok's fierce convective sear, the tandoor's radiant blast, the comal's naked conductive char, the mortar's living paste, and the crock's cold, patient ferment.</em></figcaption> </figure>

The Crock, and What Keeps

One technique remains, and it is the oldest of them all: the ferment-crock, in which the world's kitchens learned to make the perishable keep and, in the keeping, become more delicious. The Korean onggi buried to its neck with kimchi, the wooden keg of maturing miso, the stone jar of German kraut under its weight of brine — each is a version of the same quiet method the third volume traced to its microbes: salt the vegetable, submerge it away from the air, and wait while the right bacteria do a slow cooking that no fire could imitate. The onggi is worth a word of its own, for it is a small marvel of design: its coarse, sandy clay is fired so that microscopic pores remain, and the vessel quite literally breathes, letting the gases of fermentation escape while keeping the contents dark and safe — a living membrane in the shape of a pot.

What happens inside is a succession, not a single event, and it is worth knowing because it is the same everywhere the method is used. The salt — around two per cent of the vegetable's weight for a kraut, enough to draw out water and hold spoilers at bay without stopping the work — favours a hardy family of lactic-acid bacteria that were riding on the leaves all along. The mild, gas-producing Leuconostoc strains open the ferment, souring the brine and driving out the last of the oxygen; as the acid builds, the tougher Lactobacillus strains take over and carry it to its deep, tangy conclusion. Their lactic acid is at once the flavour and the safety: it drops the acidity to a level at which nothing dangerous can grow, which is why a properly made ferment is, as the fermentation revivalist Sandor Katz has spent a career patiently explaining, not a hazard to be feared but one of the safest and most nourishing things a kitchen can make. It is the least dramatic move in this chapter and perhaps the most consequential, because it hands the cook the one thing heat cannot give, which is time made flavourful. And it is the technique that points forward, out of this book's long look backward at the world's inherited wisdom and toward the kitchen that is only now being built — for it is in the crock, of all unlikely places, that the frontier of cooking has quietly reopened.

Field Note — Wok Hei

Hold up, for a moment, the strangest thing about the most prized quality in a stir-fry: you cannot put it on the shopping list. Wok hei is not an ingredient and not a seasoning; it is a property that the cooking either confers or fails to confer, present for a minute or two on a plate of beef straight off the fire and simply gone by the time the same plate reaches a table across a large room. Grace Young gave it its English name, "the breath of a wok," and in doing so gave English-speaking cooks permission to chase something their recipes had never known how to ask for.

When the engineers Hungtang Ko and David Hu set high-speed cameras on restaurant chefs to learn what the chase actually looks like, they found a gesture of unexpected precision. The wok is not lifted so much as rocked, pivoted against the rim of the stove, while the free hand jerks it so that the food is thrown up into the air and caught again two and a half to three times every second. That relentless tossing is what lets the food brown over a flame fierce enough to scorch it, because no morsel is ever still long enough to burn — and the researchers noted, soberly, that the price of the motion is paid by the cook, in shoulders worn down by a lifetime of it.

There is a lesson in that soreness for anyone tempted to think wok hei is a thing you buy. It is heat, dryness, motion and restraint, worked out by people over centuries and held in their hands at real cost. The home cook cannot borrow the restaurant's fire, but the discipline is free, and it is the discipline, not the firepower, that the wok most wants to teach.

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<figcaption><em>Plate 11. The world, brought home: five of its kitchens reduced to the transferable move at the heart of each — the wok's fierce sear, the tandoor's dry blast, the mortar's living paste, the comal's char, and the crock's patient ferment.</em></figcaption> </figure>

Every technique in this chapter is old, some of it very old, and all of it was worked out by cooks who had no laboratory and needed none. That is worth holding onto as the book turns, at last, toward the future, because the temptation of any chapter about tomorrow's kitchen is to imagine that the fundamentals are about to be replaced. They are not. The crock that closed this chapter — salt, patience, the right unseen life — is precisely where the next one begins, in the hands of chefs and scientists who have rediscovered that the frontier of flavour was hiding, all along, in the oldest technique of all. The world came home; now the future comes to the door.

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1After Taste2Volume the Seventh — The Complete Kitchen3Preface — Now, Go and Cook4Chapter 1 — The Well-Tempered Kitchen5Chapter 2 — The Mother Techniques6Chapter 3 — Composing a Meal7Chapter 4 — The Conscientious Kitchen8Chapter 5 — The World, Brought Home9Chapter 6 — The Kitchen Not Yet Built10Chapter 7 — After Taste11Envoi — The Table Cleared12A Glossary of the Kitchen13The Compleat Further Reading14A Note on the Recipes15A Note in Closing16Colophon
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