WHEN the vagaries of climate, geography and history combine to give you great ingredients, the best thing a cook can do is get out of the way. That is the essential philosophy behind California cuisine, a movement that was in large part born in Southern California but has now spread across the country -- even to places that, not having been so favored by circumstance, once regarded it as a joke.
California cuisine is the culinary equivalent of the Craftsman aesthetic. It is a celebration of the beauty of fine natural products stripped to their bare form, with all of the dovetails and joinery exposed for examination.
Today, this kind of cooking is considered almost commonplace. It's hard to find a city in the United States that doesn't have at least a couple of restaurants that brag of "market-driven" menus. (That's farmers market, not supermarket.) But it wasn't so awfully long ago that this focus on ingredients was regarded as just another instance of wacky California extremism.
In those days, chefs were expected to "do something" to their food. Serious diners expected sauces and garnishes that when taken in total often made it pretty darned hard to tell whether you were eating a pristine piece of Dover sole or a fillet of farm-raised catfish.