Last night I satisfied a long-time fantasy of mine and crossed off goal #25 from my list. I ate dinner at the legendary The Herbfarm Restaurant. I want to tell you that it lived up to my expectation in every way, which really is high praise. I was giddy with excitement and couldn't stop grinning. The guy across from me probably thought that I was a nut job, or that he had something stuck in his teeth. I remember thinking that my excitement was verging on inappropriate as I worked to keep the giggle in my throat from escaping.
|Feeding resident piggies Borage and Basil between courses|
How can you not get excited about nine amazing courses, each paired thoughtfully with wine - or in my case - a menu of floral, fruity and herbal juices, spritzers, "cordials" and teas. With the first pour of champagne, each guest was invited to choose a little sprig of herb for their glass. I choose a rose scented geranium, so each time I took a sip from my glass, my nose would fill with the heavy scent of rose.
|@herbguy's photo of our first course:|
Bairdi Snow Crab with egg yolk pearls, paddlefish caviar, spring forest widlings
Although I brought my camera with me, I left it in my purse and just relished the company of my friend, the music of the guitarist, the beauty on the plate and the flavors of ocean and earth: crab and tulips, clams and watercress, prawns and fiddlehead ferns, halibut and lovage.
|petite sweet bites at the end|
As I am writing this, I just remembered that I slipped that milk chocolate lavender caramel in my purse last night to save for later. I eat it now and let my son dip his finger into the liquid caramel to taste. Good taste training begins early you know.