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The amuse is now served, and eaten.

— Class. Come closer. Look at the empty plate.

An amuse-bouche is the smallest sentence a kitchen knows how to speak: one bite, unasked for, off the menu, never repeated. It does not feed you. It informs you.

It was served. It was eaten. That is the entire biography of an amuse — two verbs, one mouth, and a silence.

Notice that the corridor before you is drawn almost entirely from what is not there. This is the first lesson and the last: the room around the object is the object. The meal around the bite is the bite.

Do not grieve the plate. An amuse is never taken away; it is completed. Its proof was never porcelain — its proof is the appetite it leaves standing in you, upright, like a sword kept in a hallway.

The table is cleared. The hall is swept. The kitchen has not closed.

The kitchen is composing.