rosemary popcorn (reflection of reflection of elysian fields farm)
chicago was antelope sausage and roasted red pepper gelato, tobiko and tamales and tangerine truffles, but one of the most remarkable things we ate was hidden under the lamb at alinea, a “popcorn soup” we recounted almost hourly in the days that followed. back home, we concocted this homage: a single-strain four-egg rosemary ice cream, steeped with fistfuls of buttered popcorn; plus granola, crushed blackberry, the hand of memory an aromatic utensil.









