I am having a very ‘theatrical’ dessert at the Young Vic, after having been swallowed up by Peter Brook & Marie Hélène Estienne’s ‘Battlefield‘. (We ended up inside a young boy’s stomach, looking at the stars).

A beautiful, stripped-bare performance, focused on the smallest of things to reflect on the immense and unfathomable.

Now I move on to my lovely amuse-bouche, in the hope of some universal answers myself… What do you think this is?