The Meal
It was the most beautiful day you could picture. My father and I met a friend of his for lunch and the three of us went to a tiny Florentine trattoria and sat on the terrace. We ate a gorgeous, very simple meal, but dessert was the part that I will always remember.
After starters and mains - likely pasta of some sort - we were served a plate of perfectly ripe peaches, gloriously chilled on a bed of shaved ice. The peach could not have been more perfect: so juicy, incredibly sweet, surrounded by the hot summer buzz of a city, whilst secluded by this little trattoria.
It was at that moment I was struck by how perfect nature is in its simplicity. The colour was perfect, the taste was perfect, that peach was the reason I fell in love with produce in its purest form.
Since then my life has revolved around working seasonally. When I look back now, I was so in awe of the beauty of this peach that it became a career defining moment. My cooking is incredibly simple, very pared back, lots of negative space. Even now, during the summer I will serve a lone peach as a dessert at the restaurant.
It changed the way I think about a lot of things. I finished the year at university, dropped out, left Australia and went to cookery school.
That peach gave me the ability to focus on the micro, rather than the macro. Now I seek out the perfect flower, the perfect lettuce leaf.
The flawlessness and simplicity of that one dish changed my life and influenced my career in more ways than I could count. I’ll never forget it.