ART IN COOKING (POTD)

There is a

, in every night market, when the chaos fades and all you see is a single human gesture. Here, under the neon haze of Shilin, a young vendor leans over his grill with the concentration of a craftsman. In his hands, not the tools of a chef but the instruments of a

: tongs in one hand, a blowtorch in the other. The flame sketches its blue arc across the meat, sealing in juices, carving out flavor in seconds.

In the foreground, the marbled cuts glow under the warm light—Taiwanese beef at its proudest, displayed like edible architecture. The scene is intimate yet public, a tiny theatre repeated hundreds of times each night across Taipei’s

.

I love this

because it captures more than cooking. It’s the precision, the dedication, the quiet artistry hidden inside the noise of a market that tourists rush through and locals rely upon. A portrait of Taiwan’s street culture: humble, intense, and deeply

.

: Shilin Night Market, Taipei, Leica Q3 43