BLACK GARLIC

Growing up it was my Dad that was the cook.

Wherever he walked my little feet followed.

More often than not, his sheepwool slippers

was in the kitchen.

& so was I.

My fascination for food started there,

in the heat of boiling water

&

steamy temperament.

Dad's note in translation; ' to all & each, if caught, is imposed with beheading. these five
are strictly for professionals.'

While dad was cursing the soul

who put his

shun santoki knifes in the dishwasher

and in tandem

telling tales of

sword making and japanese warriors.

I was samurai Tamoe Gozen

falling in love with Wada Yoshimori,  

&

Black Garlic.

all photography by hannah lemholt 

All grown up 

I still 

end up standing next to dad's sheepwool slippers

in the kitchen

...

still learning.  

still falling in love.

This place is a collection of that love

and you're hereby invited to some of our 

dinners, desserts and drinks

Stay hungry  Stay soulfullish'

x

emma