From Chez Panise
“France changed my life forever. I knew I wanted to live the way my French friend did. These were people who thought of good food as an indispensable part of live, for whom each day was punctuated by food-related decisions. It went without saying that one had to get to the bakery early, to get a fresh, hot baguette; naturally one spent an hour or so in the afternoon in a café with one’s friends; and of course one only brought produce in season because that when it was least expensive and tasted best. Eating together was the most important daily ritual in their lives, a critical and nonnegotiable time when the flavors and smells of roasted chickens and sizzling garlic, the crunch of crusty bread, and the taste of local wine drew out everyone’s most passionate ideas and feelings.”
The same is true at the château where “friends are always coming over for dinner and we are cooking our way collections of recipes from all kinds of people. As with Chez Panisse, we also found that the people who were obsessive about growing the best-tasting produce were also concerned about the health of the soil, the welfare of beneficial insects and other animals, and the clarity of the water running off their fields. They were interested in rediscovering older varieties that were harder to grow, and less prolific, but much tastier, and which brought a sense of continuity with the past to both their fields and our tables.
At dinners with good friends, we talked easily and at length about–everything! The kitchen was a platonic ideal of a kitchen: a fireplace in the corner, stacks of post, and marble mortars, shelves full of rare and old cookbooks, a little bed in the corner, and in the center of the room, a pillar plastered with memorable wine labels holding it all up.” We couldn’t agree more.
