I thought I knew a lot about food…where it comes from, and the process it goes through before it can get to the table, but my eyes were opened today in a new way. I was humbled, surprisingly sad, connected, and extremely grateful for the life that was lived…and then sacrificed. My dad took two beautiful yearlings that he raised through many many months of love and care (irregating the land, planting three special kind of grass, building fences, moving, growing, caring for. These cows were loved and frankly a little spoiled by my dad) to be “harvested” today for the restaurant. After a special blessing ceremony…where he acknowledged and thanked God for their life…and sacrifice for us. Yes. I thought it’d be different. I had no idea I’d feel such loss and gratefulness. A powerful connectedness to the cow…and my dad. For their journey to our foodline.
So, as I begin the new year, I am grateful for the little treasures that I take for granted everyday. The animal and the farmer. I’m grateful for my dad, who quietly teaches me beautiful lessons. For my mom and family who have been a part of this process. And for the chef who truly respects the animal and will pay homage with his talents.
Dear friends, please join in on the celebration of this very special harvest….new menu items will soon be posted.
With love, Cherie