Midnight in the Garden of Gouda and Evil

Updated: Oct 29, 2018



Okay, so I'm not a garden guy. When I was a kid my mom had a small garden running along the fence and I remember it mostly consisting of zucchini, tomatoes, and sunflowers all sort of growing wild and woolly in a big heap one on top of another. Since back then (I'm talking the 1980's) I haven't really lived anywhere that would be conducive to growing a garden. Then, last week, I saw The French Laundry's culinary garden up in Yountville California and it changed my world on what a real garden could be.

Everything was ready for harvest and everywhere you walked tiny honeybees were waggling around (which was cool but also made me nervous as hell) but of course they were more interested in making honey than stinging anyone.

So everything grown in the garden is farm to table. They just walk across the street and pick whatever they need for that evening's menu. I even saw a few guys in their chef's coats walking back and forth with wicker baskets picking what was needed- Did I mention the bees? When I say they were everywhere, I mean everywhere. On every leaf, in the blades of grass underfoot as you walk, I mean, everywhere. Which made me wonder how often those cooks got stung on a weekly basis?!


At some point I would like to actually eat at The French Laundry, however since the restaurant is extremely exclusive with reservations needed six months a head of schedule not to mention a price tag of $310 per person for a nine course meal, it's been difficult to find the time when there is the money, and money when there is time, but hopefully some day I'll get to see what all the fuss is about. Until then I'll just have to stick with Remy.

Bon Appétit! -Christopher