"He removes the broth from the heat over which it has been simmering all
night. He strains it bowl by bowl
through a sieve. He skims off the
fat that rises to the surface as it cools, and when he sees no more evidence of
shine, he adds salt and fish sauce, testing it for taste... Fish sauce is the key-in matters of soup and well beyond. Even romance, some people say. Tend your broth as if she is a sleeping
beauty; keep watch over her, only waking her in the final hour with a splash of
fish sauce.”
“You should caress the beef as you slice it… If you treat it tenderly, it guides you
toward the grain."
"He chops the herbs... and places a handful of fresh rice noodles in a sieve, ready to be immersed in boiling water. There is still plenty of time to serve the latecomers who have just arrived… laying noodles and beef into each bowl with his right hand, pouring ladlefuls of broth over top with his left, his rhythm as even and essential as a beating heart.”
"He chops the herbs... and places a handful of fresh rice noodles in a sieve, ready to be immersed in boiling water. There is still plenty of time to serve the latecomers who have just arrived… laying noodles and beef into each bowl with his right hand, pouring ladlefuls of broth over top with his left, his rhythm as even and essential as a beating heart.”
"The challenge… has less to do with the availability of
ingredients than with the need for restraint. He sees himself as a guardian of purity, eschewing bean
sprouts and excessive green garnish in accordance with northern tradition. They may well have opened their doors
to the world, but that does not mean they must pollute their bowls."
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