I was never a fan of breakfast. To me it’s always been a sign of weakness, that your body can’t stand to wait until lunch or later for nourishment. Instead, I follow the fashion for intermittent fasting—I go 16 hours without ingesting calories, and make up for it with huge dinners at restaurants I love.
It was, therefore, with equal parts disdain and fear that I looked through Italian Breakfast from Ferran Adrià’s Bullipedia project. Disdain for the reason above; fear because it would be foolish to spar with his laser-sharp culinary intelligence. Would he change my mind?