[This is the first in a series of posts about my dining experience with Ritual Dinners on November 3, 2022.]
My mouth was still salivating from the buttery pastry of the butternut squash and mushroom empanadas of our first course when the next course was served. Floor-to-ceiling views of the cool November night sky over the twinkling Hollywood Hills framed my silhouette. The candlestick-lit wellness sanctuary was brimming with marigolds, speedwells, and the murmurs of thirty people around an imperial tablescape sharing visions on food, nourishment, and community.
I brought my wine glass to my mouth and inhaled the notes of green apple and vanilla into the bottom of my belly. The acidity of the Chenin Blanc tickled the sides of my tongue. Whiffs of cilantro and lime made my stomach flutter. My attention turned to the food on the plate in front of me.